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? 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 on the beachside 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 on the back of the bus That's me in the cell That's me inside your head That's me inside your he...............ad That's me inside your head Instrumental :            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