Consolers Of The Lonely

(Daddy, will you tell me the story about the chicken? hahahahaha...) (ahahahaha... ahahaha Let's double track 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 above 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)