Possesions never meant anything to me
I'm not crazy (Cause I got none)
Well 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 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
That's me on the beachside combing the sand
Metal meter in my hand
Sporting a pocket full of shit
That's me on the street with a violin under my chin
Playing with a grin, singing G.B.H.
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