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, 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 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