Cranes 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
While 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 mean
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

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 mean
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