[Verse 1]

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?

[Verse 2]

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

[Chorus]

Linoleum, supports my head

Gives me something to believe

[Bridge]

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

[Outro]

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