The Raconteurs - Consoler of the Lonely (Live)
Haven't seen the sun
In weeks
My skin is getting pale
Haven't got a mind
Left to speak
And I'm skinny as a rail
Light bulbs are getting dim
My interest is
Starting to wain
I'm told it's everything
A man could want
And I shouldn't complain
Conversation's getting dull
There's a constant
Buzzing in my ear
Sense of humor's
Void and null
And I'm bored to tears yeah
I'm bored to tears yeah
If you're looking
For an accomplice
A confederate
Somebody as helpless
You're gonna find
Find yourself alone
If you're looking
For comfort
Singing a bum note
Looking for a scapegoat
You're gonna find
Find yourself alone
Ahh
(Looking for sympathy)
I can get you something
Something good
Something good to eat
Haven't had a decent meal
My brain is fried
Haven't slept
A wink for real
My tongue is tied
Light bulbs are getting dim
My interest is
Starting to wain
I'm told it's everything
A man could want
And I shouldn't complain
Conversation's getting dull
There's a constant
Buzzing in my ear
Sense of humor's
Void and null
And I'm bored to tears
I'm bored to tears yeah
I'm bored to tears yeah
(Ahh)