[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?
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

[Verse 2]
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