Bad Astronaut Linoleum Lyrics

Possesions never meant anything to me
I'm not crazy
Well thats not true, I've got a bed and a guitar
And a dog named Dog 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 falls right down my leg
And on 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 [aaaahhhh]
Sporting a pocket full of s___
That's me on the beach with a violin under my chin
Playing with a grin, singing GBH
That's me on the back of the bus
That's me inside the cell
That's me inside your head
That's me inside your head