Вступление: C
C E
Possessions never meant anything to me
E Am
Yeah, I’m not crazy
Am G
Well that’s not true,
G F G
I’ve got a bed, and a guitar
C E
And a dog named Bob who pisses on my floor
E Am
That’s right, I’ve got a floor
G F G
So what, so what, so what?
C E
I’ve got pockets full of kleenex and lint and holes
Am G F
Where everything important to me
G C E
Just seems to fall right down my leg and on to the floor
Am G F G C
My closest friend linoleum, linoleum
E Am G F G
Supports my head, gives me something to believe
C
That’s me on the beachside combing the sand
E
Metal meter in my hand
Am G F G
Sporting a pocket full of change
C
That’s me on the street with a violin under my chin
E Am G F F
Playing with a grin, singing gibberish
C E
That’s me on the back of the bus
E Am
That’s me in the cell
Am F
That’s me inside your head
F C
That’s me inside your he-e-e-e-ad
C
That’s me inside your head
That’s me on the back of the bus
That’s me in the cell
That’s me inside your head
That’s me inside your head
