Beck - I Get Lonesome Lyrics

Well there ain't nobody left to impress
And everyone's kissing their own hands
There's six six six on the kitchen floor
There ain't no fire in the pan

I get lonesome
I get lonesome
I get lonesome
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
I get lonesome
I get lonesome
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