Текст песни — I Get Lonesome — Beck

Well there ain&#39-t nobody left to impress

And everyone&#39-s kissing their own hands

This 666 on the kitchen floor

Ain&#39-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… Слова песни — I Get Lonesome — Beck