Streetlight Manifesto - Linoleum

^CPossessions never meant anything to me ^EYeah, I'm not crazy ^AmWell that's not true, ^GI've got a b^Fed, and a gui^Gtar ^CAnd a dog named Bob who pisses on my floor ^EThat's right, I've got a f^Amloor ^GSo what, ^Fso what, s^Go what' ^CI've got pockets full of klee^Enex and lint and holes Where eve^Amrything i^Gmportant to ^Fme Just seems to f^Gall right down my ^Cleg and on to the ^Efloor ^AmMy closest ^Gfriend linol^Feum, ^Glinoleum^{C E}Supports my head, ^Amgives me ^Gsomething to ^Fbelieve ^{G C}That's me on the beachside combing the sand ^EMetal meter in my hand ^AmSporting a ^Gpocket full of ^Fchange ^{G C}That's me on the street with a violin under my chin ^EPlaying with a ^Amgrin, ^Gsinging ^Fgibberish ^{F C}That's me on the back of the bus ^EThat's me in the cell ^AmThat's me inside your head ^FThat's me inside your head ^CThat's me inside your head