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 wane
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, 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 wink for real
My tongue is tied
Light bulbs are getting dim
My interest is starting to wane
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
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