Possesions never meant anything to me Im not crazy (cause I got none) Well thats not true, Ive got a bed and a guitar And a dog named dog 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 imporatnt to me just seems to fall right down my leg And on the floor My closest friend linoleum Linoleum Supports my head, gives me something to believe Thats me on the beachside 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