Possessions 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 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 onto the floor—
  My closest friend linoleum.
  linoleum:
  Supports my head,
  Gives me something to believe.

That's me on the beachside, combin' 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,
Playin' with a grin,
Singin' 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.
That's me inside your head.