Songtext von I Get Lonesome

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