歌曲名 Nobody Home 歌手名 Pink Floyd (平克佛洛伊德)

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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 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 my mortal remains

I've got wild staring eyes

And I got a strong urge to fly

But I got nowhere to fly to 147818,626)fly to 149131,250)fly to 150194,312)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