planes on the downtown skyline is a sight to see for somenit ought to make a few reputations in the cult of number onenwhile these seconds turn these minutes into hours of the daynall these doubles drive the dollars and the light of day away nnsuffering jukebox such a sad machinenyour filled up with what other people neednand they never seem to turn you up loudnthere are a lot of chatterboxes in this crowdnnsuffering jukebox in a happy townnyou're over in the corner breaking downnthey always seem to keep you way down lownthe people in this town don't want to knownnwell I guess all that mad misery must make it seem to true to younbut money lights your world up, you're trapped what can you do?nyou got Tennessee tendencies and chemical dependanciesnyou make the same old jokes and malaprops on cuennsuffering jukebox such a sad machinenyour filled up with what other people neednhardship, damnation and guiltnmake you wonder why you were even builtnnsuffering jukebox in a happy townnyou're over in the corner breaking downnthey always seem to keep you way down lownthe people in this town don't want to knownn