Planes on the downtown skyline is a sight to see for some

It ought to make a few reputation 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 breaking down

They always seem to keep you way down low

The people in this town don't want to 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

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