well there ain't nobody left to impress

and everyone's kissing their own hands

this 666 on the kitchen floor

ain't no fire in the pan

I get lonesome...



so glad to be a slab

stiff as a stick on a board

I get thoughts and dirty socks

piled in the corner

I get lonesome...



getting fat on your own fear

bring that beer over here

I stomp on the floor

just to make a sound

I get lonesome...