Nobody Home lyrics

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Song Details
Artist(s)Pink Floyd
Album(s)The Wall (1979)
The Wall

I got a little black book with my poems in.
Got a bag, got 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 hands blues.
I Got thirteen channels of shit on the t.v. to choose from.
I got electric light,
And I got second sight.
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 got the obligatory Hendrix perm,
And the inevitable pinhole burns,
All down the front of my favorite satin shirt.
I got nicotine stains on my fingers.
I got a silver spoon on a chain.
Got a grand piano to prop up my mortal remains.
I've got wild, staring eyes.
And I got a strong urge to fly,
But I got nowhere to fly to.
Ooo Babe,
When I pick up the phone,
There's still nobody home.

I got a pair of Go hills boots,
And I got fading roots.

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