Pepper
Linoleum
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?
And I've got pockets full of Kleenex
And lint and holes
Where everything important to me
Seems to fall right down my leg
And onto the floor
My closest friend, linoleum
Linoleum supports my head
Gives me something to believe
Oh, 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
That's me in the back of the bus
Letras de cancionesThat's me in the cell
That's me inside your head
That's me inside your head...
That's me inside your head
That's me inside your head
From Letras Mania