(Originally by NOFX)

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 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.