Suffering Jukebox

Cranes on the downtown skylineIs a sight to see for someIt ought to make a few reputationsIn the cult of number oneWhile these seconds turn these minutes Into hours of the day While these doubles drive the dollars And the light of day away Suffering jukeboxSuch a sad machineYou’re all filled up with what other people meanAnd they never seem to turn you up loudGot a lot of chatterboxes in this crowdSuffering jukeboxIn a happy townYou’re over in the corner breaking downThey always seem to keep you way down lowThe people in this town don’t want to know Well, I guess all that mad miseryMust make it seem true to youBut money lights your world upYou’re trapped, what can you do?You got Tennessee tendenciesAnd chemical dependenciesYou make the same old jokesAnd malaprops on cueSuffering jukeboxSuch a sad machineYou’re all filled up with what other people meanHardship, damnation and guiltMake you wonder why you were even built Suffering jukeboxIn a happy townYou’re over in the corner breaking…