Well there ain't nobody left to impress
and everyone's kissing their own ass
It's 666 on the kitchen floor
and there ain't no fire in the pan
I get lonesome
I get lonesome
So glad to be a slag
Stiff as a stick on a board
I get thoughts and dirty socks
Piled in the corner
I get lonesome
I get lonesome
Getting fat on your own fear
Bring that beer over here.
I stomp on the ground
Just to make a sound.
I get lonesome
I get lonesome
I get lonesome
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