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 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