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