Nobody Home - 2011 - Remaster Songtext - Pink Floyd

Nobody Home - 2011 - Remaster - Pink Floyd

I've got a little black book with my poems inGot a bag with a toothbrush and a comb inWhen I'm a good dog they sometimes throw me a bone inI got elastic bands keeping my shoes onGot those swollen hand bluesI've got thirteen channels of shit on the T.V. to choose from
I've got electric lightAnd I've got second sight
I've got amazing powers of observationAnd that is how I know
When I try to get through
On the telephone to you
There will be nobody homeI've got the obligatory Hendrix permAnd the inevitable pinhole burns
All down the front of my favourite satin shirtI'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 remainsI've got wild staring eyesAnd I've got a strong urge to fly
But I've got nowhere to fly toOoooh babe when I pick up the phone
There's still nobody homeI've got a pair of Gohills bootsAnd I've got fading roots

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