Linoleum

Possessions never meant anything to me
Yeah, 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 on to 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 on 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

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