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...

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...