Consoler of the Lonely

The Raconteurs

Composição de: Brendan Benson/Jack White
(Daddy, will you tell me a story? hahahahaha...) 

(ahahahaha... 
ahahaha 
I'll double check that...) 

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 

Lightbulbs are getting dim 
My interests are starting to wane 
I'm told it's everything a man could want 
And I shouldn't complain 

Conversations getting dull 
There's a constant buzzing in my ears 
Sense of humor's void and numb 
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's who's helpless 
You're gonna find, you'll find yourself alone 

If you're looking for cut-throat 
Singing a bad note, looking for a scapegoat 
You're gonna find, you'll 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 week for real 
My tongue is tied 

Lightbulbs are getting dim 
My interests are starting to wane 
I'm told it's everything a man could want 
And I shouldn't complain 

Conversations getting dull 
There's a constant ringing in my ears 
Sense of humor's void and numb 
And I'm bored to tears 

I'm bored to tears, yeah... 
I'm bored to tears, yeah... 

Ah Ah Ah Ah Ahhh.... 

(hahahaha)
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