Possesions 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 p___es 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,
sportin' a pocket full of change.

That's me in the street with a violin under my chin,
playing with a grin,
singin' jibberish.

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.

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