Nobody Home (Live) - Roger Waters
Got a little black book with my poems in
Got a bag with a toothbrush and a comb
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 TV 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
Got a silver spoon on a chain
Got a grand piano to prop up my mortal remains
I got wild staring eyes
And I got a strong urge to fly
But I got nowhere to fly to fly to fly to
Fly to fly to fly to fly to fly to
Ooh babe when I pick up the phone
Surprise surprise surprise
There's still nobody home
I got a pair of gohill's boots
And I got fadin' roots