Possessions never meant anything to meI’m not crazyWell that’s not true, i have a bed and a guitarAnd a dog named dog who pisses on my floorThat’s right, i’ve got a floorSo what? so what? so what?I’ve got pockets full of kleenex and lint and holesWhere everything important to me just falls right down my legAnd on to the floorMy closest friend linoleumLinoleumSupports my head, gives me something to believeThat’s me on the beachside combing the sandMetal meter in my handSporting a pocket full of shitThat’s me on the beach with the violin under my chinPlaying with a grin, singing gibberishThat’s me on the back of the busThat’s me inside the cellThat’s me inside your headThat’s me inside your head