Possesions never meant anything to me I'm not crazy Well that's not true I've got a bed And A guitar And a dog named Bob who pisses on my floor That's right I've got a floor So what? So What? So What? I've got pockets full of lint and holes Where everything important to me Just seems to fall right down my leg And onto the floor My closest friend, linoleum... linoleum Supports my head, gives me something to believe That's me on the beachside combing the sand Metal meter in my hand Sportin' a pocket full of change That's me in the street with a violin under my chin Playing with a grin Singin' jibberish 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