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?

Yeah, 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, yeah, on the beach side, 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, yeah, 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, yeah, on the back of the bus, that's me in the cell
That's me inside your head, that's me inside your head