歌曲：Consoler Of The Lonely

演唱：The Raconteurs

marissa 制作

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.

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...)