Nobody Home Lyrics - Wall: Live In Berlin - Roger Waters

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 keeping my shoes on, 

Got those swollen hand blues, 

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, 

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 

(fly to, fly to, fly to, fly to, fly to, fly to, fly to). 

Oooooh, babe, when I pick up the phone, 

There's still nobody home. 

I got a pair of Gohill's boots, 

And I got fading roots