possessions never meant anything to me im not crazy well thats not true ive got a bed and a guitar and a dog named bob who pisses on my floor thats right ive got a floor so what so what so what ive 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 thats me on the beach side combing the sand metal meter in my hand sporting a pocket full of change thats me on the street with a violin under my chin playing with a grin singing gibberish thats me on the back of the bus thats me in the cell thats me inside your head thats me inside your head thats me inside your head