I Get Lonesome

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

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

I get lonesome

I get lonesome

I get lonesome