作词 : Beck

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

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

I get lonesome

I get lonesome

I get lonesome