Nobody Home (Live)歌词

作词 : Waters
作曲 : Waters
I got a little black book with my poems in.
Got a bag, got a toothbrush and ab.

When I'm a good dog they sometimes throw me a bone.

I got elastic bands keeping my shoes on.
Got those swollen hands blus.
Got thirteen channels of **** 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 my mortal remains.
I've 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.

Ooooo Babe,
When I pick up the phone,

There's still nobody home.

I got a pair of Gohill boots,
And I got fading roots.