paroles de chanson Nobody Home - Mark Lanegan
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
keeping
my
shoes
on
Got
those
swollen
hand
blues
Got
13
channels
of
shit
on
the
TV
to
choose
from
I've
got
electric
light
And
I've
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've
got
the
obligatory
Hendrix
perm
And
the
inevitable
pinhole
burns
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
I've
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've
got
nowhere
to
fly
to
Ooh
babe,
when
I
pick
up
the
phone
There's
still
nobody
home
I've
got
a
pair
of
Gohills
boots
But
I've
got
fading
roots
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