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 sla
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