Pink Floyd - Nobody Home lyrics

I got a little black book with my poems in.<br>Got a bag, got a toothbrush and a comb.<br>When I'm a good dog they sometimes throw me a bone.<br>I got elastic bands keeping my shoes on.<br>Got those swollen hands blues.<br>Got thirteen channels of shit on the tv to choose from.<br>I got electric light,<br>And I got second sight.<br>Got amazing powers of observation.<br>And that is how I know,<br>When I try to get through,<br>On the telephone to you,<br>There'll be nobody home.<br><br>I got the obligatory hendrix perm,<br>And the inevitable pinhole burns,<br>All down the front of my favorite satin shirt.<br>I got nicotine stains on my fingers.<br>I got a silver spoon on a chain.<br>Got a grand piano to prop up my mortal remains.<br>I've got wild, staring eyes.<br>And I got a strong urge to fly,<br>But I got nowhere to fly to (-- fly to... fly to... fly to...).<br>Ooooo babe,<br>When I pick up the phone,<br>There's still nobody home.<br><br>I got a pair of gohill boots,<br>And I got fading roots.