Well there ain't nobody left to impress
and everyone's kissing their own hands
there's 666 on the kitchen floor
there ain't no fire in the pan
I get lonesome
i get lonesome
i get lonesome
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
i get lonesome
i get lonesome
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