Consolers 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 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...)