Beck — I Get Lonesome

[Verse 1] 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? [Chorus] I get lonesome[x4] [Verse 2] So glad to be a slab Stiff as a stick on a board I get thoughts and dirty socks Piled in the corner [Chorus] [Verse 3] Getting fat on your own fear Bring that beer over here I stomp on the floor Just to make a sound [Chorus]