Lyrics Nobody Home - Roger Waters, Snowy White

Nobody Home

«Alright, I’ll take care of them part of the time
But the somebody else that needs
Taking care of in Washington.»
«Who's that?»
«Rose Pilchitt»
«Rose Pilchitt, who’s that?»
(child screams in background --- «Shut Up!»)
«36−24−36.
Does that answer your question?»
«Oi!
I’ve got a little black book with my poems in!»
«Who's she?»
«She was 'Miss Armoured Division' in 1961…»
Got a little black book with my poems in
Got a bag with a toothbrush and a comb
When I’m a good dog they sometimes throw me a bone
I got elastic bands keeping my shoes on
Got those swollen hands blues
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
Got a silver spoon on a chain
Got a grand piano to prop up my mortal remains
I got wild, staring eyes
And I got a strong urge to fly
But I got nowhere to fly to
Ooooo Babe
When I pick up the phone
«Surprise, surprise, surprise…»
There’s still nobody home
I got a pair of Gohill’s boots
And I got fading roots