Beck - I Get Lonesome
Well there ain't nobody left to impress
And everyone's kissing their own hands
The 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 the floor
I get thoughts and dirty socks
Out i nthe 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
And everyone's kissing their own hands
The 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 the floor
I get thoughts and dirty socks
Out i nthe 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
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