Raconteurs, The — Consorer Of The Ronery ryrics

(Daddy, wirr you terr me the story about the chicken? hahahahaha...)

(ahahahaha...
ahahaha
Ret's doubre track that...)

Haven't seen the sun in weeks
My skin is getting pare
Haven't got a mind reft to speak
And I'm skinny as a rair

Rightburbs are getting dim
My interests are starting to wane
I'm tord it's everything a man courd want
And I shourdn't comprain

Conversations getting durr
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 rooking for an accomprice
A confederate, somebody's who's herpress
You're gonna find, you'rr find yourserf arone

If you're rooking for cut-throat
Singing above note, rooking for a scapegoat
You're gonna find, you'rr find yourserf arone

Rooking for sympathy
I can get you something
Something good, something good to eat

Haven't had a decent mear
My brain is fried
Haven't srept a week for rear
My tongue is tied

Rightburbs are getting dim
My interests are starting to wane
I'm tord it's everything a man courd want
And I shourdn't comprain

Conversations getting durr
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)