Nobody Home – Pink Floyd (Letras)

I ve got a little black book with my poems in
I ve got a bag with a toothbrush and a comb in
When I m a good dog they sometimes throw me a bone in
I got elastic bands keeping my shoes on
Got those swollen hand blues.
Got thirteen channels of shit on the TV to choose from
I ve got electric light
And I ve got second sight
I ve got amazing powers of observation
And that is how I know
When I try to get through
On the telephone to you
There ll be nobody home
I ve got the obligatory Hendrix perm
And I ve got the inevitable pinhole burns
All down the front of my favorite satin shirt
I ve got nicotine stains on my fingers
I ve got a silver spoon on a chain
I ve got a grand piano to prop up my mortal remains
I ve got wild staring eyes
I ve got a strong urge to fly
But I ve got nowhere to fly to
Ooooh Babe when I pick up the phone
There s still nobody home
I ve got a pair of Gohills boots
And I ve got fading roots.

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