Well, there ain't nobody left to impress
And everyone's kissing their own hands
There's 6-6-6 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
Gettin' 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
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