Toes Across The Floor - Blind Melon

Doesnt anybody feel

That all these killers should be killed

All these healers should be healed

So all these beggers can be filled

Now tell me why am I to lie

If Im holding firm and feel

the right

To lie down beside this dog of mine

And let that perverted thought really

run through my mind

Id scrape my toes across the floor

This days the same as those before

And though inside Im feeling giddy

Always wrong for never giving myself

An uninvaded door

So now Ill take a little glue

Ill put together a new glittered room

for view

So I can start sitting so pretty

Instead of sitting here not

seein clear

Just sitting here not fittin here

No things aint fittin here

Ill just lay my head down beside this

God of mine

And let that perverted thought burn a hole in my mind

And if I dont lay my head beside

this God of mine

Maybe the hunters dog called god

Could be my friend in time