Frank Turner
Linoleum
Possessions never meant anything to meI'm not crazyWell that's not true, I've got a bed, and a guitarAnd a dog named Bob who pisses on my floorThat's right, I've got a floorSo what, so what, so what?I've got pockets full of kleenex and lint and holesWhere everything important to meJust seems to fall right down my legAnd on to the floorMy closest friend linoleumLinoleumSupports my head, gives me something to believeThat's me on the beachside combing the sandMetal meter in my handSporting a pocket full of changeThat's me on the street with a violin under my chinPlaying with a grin, singing gibberishThat's me on the back of the busThat's me in the cellThat's me inside your head That's me inside your headThat's me inside your head
From Letras Mania