标题:Consolers Of The Lonely
艺人:The Raconteurs
作词:BENSON, BRENDAN/WHITE, JOHN ANTHONY
作曲:Benson, White
节拍:Moderate ♩ = 70
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 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 looking for an accomplice A confederate Somebody that's helpless You're gonna find, find yourself alone. If you're looking for cut throat 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 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. (Ahh...)
