Lyrics:

Possessions never mean't 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 pisses on my floor.

That's right, I've got a floor.

So what? So what? So what?

Well 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.

It 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.

Well that's me on the street with the 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.

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