Pink Floyd
«Lyrics»

I've got electric light

And I've got second sight

I've 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 favourite 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'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

And I've got fading roots…

Does anybody here remember Vera Lynn

Remember how she said that

We would meet again

Some sunny day

Vera! Vera!

What have become of you

Does anybody else in here

Feel the way I do?

Bring the boys back home

Bring the boys back home

Don't leave the children on their own

Bring the boys back home

Hello,

Is there anybody in there?

Just nod if you can hear me

Is there anyone at home

Come on now,

I hear you're feeling down

I can ease your pain

And get you on your feet again

Relax,

I'll need some information first

Just the basic facts

Can you show me where it hurts?

There is no pain, you are receding

A distant ship smoke on the horizon

You are only coming through in waves

Your lips move but I can't hear what you're saying

When I was a child I had a fever

My hands felt just like two balloons

Now I've got that feeling once again

I can't explain, you would not understand

This is not how I am

I have become comfortably numb

Just a little pin prick

There'll be no more aaaaaaah!

But you may feel a little sick

Can you stand up?

I do, believe it's working, good

That 'll keep you going through the show

Come