Linoleum

Possessions never meant anything to me

I'm not crazy

Well that's not true, I have 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 important to me

Just falls 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 beach side combing the sand

Metal meter in my hand

Sporting a pocket full of shit

That's me on the beach with a violin under my chin

Playing with a grin, singing GBH

That's me on the back of the bus

That's me inside the cell

That's me inside your head