Consolers Of The Lonely

(Daddy, will you tell me the story about the chicken?)
(Double crack 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.

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...)