Got a grand piano to prop up my mortal remains. I've got wild staring eyes And I've got a strong urge to fly But I got nowhere to fly to Ooh, babe when I pick up the phone (Surprise, surprise, surprise) there's still nobody home I've got a pair of Gohills boots But I got fading roots.
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.
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pink floyd nobody home lyrics
