Planes on the downtown skyline
Is a sight to see for some
It ought to make a few reputations
In the cult of number one
While these seconds turn these minutes
Into hours of the day
All the doubles drive the dollars
And the light of day away
Suffering jukebox, such a sad machine
You're filled up with what other people mean
And they never seem to turn you up loud
There are a lot of chatterboxes in this crowd
Suffering jukebox in a happy town
You're over in the corner, breakin' down
They always seem to keep you way down low
The people in this town don't wanna know
Well, I guess all that mad misery
Must make it seem true to you
But money lights your world up
You're trapped, what can you do?
You got Tennessee tendencies
And chemical dependencies
You make the same old jokes and malaprops on cue
A suffering jukebox, such a sad machine
You're filled up with what other people mean
Hardship, damnation and guilt
Makes you wonder why you were ever even built
Suffering jukebox in a happy town
You're over in the corner, breakin' down
They always seem to keep you way down low
The people in this town don't wanna know
A suffering jukebox
