The Raconteurs:Consoler Of The Lonely

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 wane.
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 ears.
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 lookin' for an accomplice,
A confederate, somebody that's helpless,
You're gonna find, a-find yourself alone.

If you're lookin' for cut-throat,
Singing a bum note, lookin' for a scapegoat,
You're gonna find, you'll find yourself alone

Ah... lookin' for sympathy.

I can get you something,
Somethin' good, a-somethin' 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 wane.
I'm told it's everything a man could want
And I shouldn't complain

Conversation's getting dull, there's a constant ringing in my ears.
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.