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....