Consoler of the Lonely

The RaconteurS

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

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

（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