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