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…
I cannot take this anymo-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-ore Saying everything I've said befo-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-ore All these words they make…
(Hey, you're really crazy... You know that?) I thought that I was calling up my…
I've been sucking morning Waiting for the beat I've been running circles Searching for the…