Nobody Home Lyrics

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 the bone in

I got elastic bands keepin' my shoes on
Got those swollen hand blues
I got thirteen channels of shit on the TV to choose from
I've got electric light

And I've got second sight
I 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've got the obligatory Hendrix perm and the inevitable pinhole burns
Now all down the front of my favorite satin shirt
I've got nicotine stains on my fingers, I've got a silver spoon on a chain
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 there is still nobody home
I've got a pair of Gohills boots and I got fading roots

Pink Floyd - Is There Anybody Out There? The Wall Live

Apr 2000

1. Master of Ceremonies
2. In the Flesh?
3. Thin Ice Listen
4. Another Brick in the Wall, Pt. 1
5. Happiest Days of Our Lives
6. Another Brick in the Wall, Pt. 2
7. Mother
8. Goodbye Blue Sky
9. Empty Spaces
10. What Shall We Do Now?
11. Young Lust
12. One of My Turns
13. Don't Leave Me Now
14. Another Brick in the Wall, Pt. 3
15. Last Few Bricks
16. Goodbye Cruel World
17. Hey You
18. Is There Anybody Out There?
19. Nobody Home
20. Vera
21. Bring the Boys Back Home
22. Comfortably Numb
23. Show Must Go On
24. Master of Ceremonies
25. In the Flesh
26. Run Like Hell
27. Waiting for the Worms
28. Stop
29. Trial
30. Outside the Wall