Possessions never meant anything to me   I'm not crazy   We'll that's not true, I've got a bed and a guitar   And a dog named Dog who pisses on my floor   That's right, I've got a floor   So what, so what, so what?      I've got a pocket 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 head