作詞 ： Michael John Burkett 作曲 ： Michael John Burkett
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 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 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 That's me inside your head