歌名：Small Town Southern Man
歌手：The Raconteurs
专辑：Consolers Of The Lonely
制作：marissa
歌曲：Consoler Of The Lonely

演唱：The Raconteurs

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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...)