[Verse 1]
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

[Chorus]
Linoleum supports my head
Gives me something to believe

[Verse 2]
That`s me on the beachside, combin` 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
Playin` with a grin
Singin` gibberish



[Chorus]
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