Possesions never meant anything to me
I'm not craz y
Well that's not true, I've got a b ed, and a guitar
And a dog named Bob who pisses on my floor
That's right, I've got a floor
So w hat, so what, so w hat ?
I've got pockets full of k leenex and lint and holes
Where everything i mportant to me
Just seems to f all right down my leg
And on to the f loor
My closest f riend linoleum
Linoleum
Supports my head, gives me something to believe
That's me on the beachside combing the sand
Metal meter in my hand
Sporting a pocket full of change
That's me on the street with a violin under my chin
Playing with a grin, singing gibber ish
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 hhhhhhhhhh eeeeeeeeaa aaaaaddddd d
That's me inside your head