Song Title

Beck - I Get Lonesome Lyrics

Beck – I Get Lonesome Lyrics 

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…

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…

[Beck – I Get Lonesome Lyrics]


How do you rate these lyrics and song?
1 Star2 Stars3 Stars4 Stars5 Stars (No Ratings Yet)


If you enjoyed these lyrics, please share them

Show Comments

Comment on this page. Discuss song meanings here, state your opinion and share it with others,
or maybe even write a review in your own words.

This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.

Your opinion is very important. Thank you!