Letra de Nobody Home - Pink Floyd

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 T.V. 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
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And the inevitable pinhole burns
All down the front of my favourite 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
Oooh 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