Linoleum

Possessions 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 Kleenex and 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 Sporting a pocket full of change

That's me in the street with a violin under my chin Playing with a grin Singing gibberish

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 That's me inside your head