Pink Floyd

Letra de Nobody Home

Letras de Pink Floyd

"Nobody Home"

voice (vera, all right,I've got a little black book with my poems in) 
 I've got a little black book with my poems in.
 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 keepin my shoes on.
 Got those swollen hand blues.
 I Got thirteen channels of shit on the T.V. to choose from.
 I've 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've 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 got wild staring eyes.
 And I got a strong urge to fly.
 But I got nowhere to fly to. 
 Ooooh, Babe when I pick up the phone
 [surprise, surprise, surprise]
 There's still nobody home.
 I've got a pair of Gohills boots
 and I got fading roots.