Suffering Jukebox

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 these doubles drive the dollars and the light of day away
 Suffering jukebox, such a sad machine
 You're all filled up with what other people need
 And they never seem to turn you up loud
 Got 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 want to know
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 Well, I guess all that mad misery must make it seem to 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
 Suffering jukebox, such a sad machine
 You're all filled up with what other people need
 Hardship, damnation and guilt
 Make you wonder why you were even built
 Suffering jukebox in a happy town
 You're over in the corner breaking down
 They always seem to keep you way down low
 The people in this town don't want to know