G Em D C
G.....................................Em
Cranes on the downtown skyline is a sight to see for some
D.........................................C
it ought to make a few reputations in the cult of number one
all these seconds turns these minutes into hours of the day
all these doubles drive the dollars and the light of day away
G...............................Em
suffering jukebox such a sad machine
G.................................Em
you offer up what other people need
D......................................D7
and they never seem to turn you up loud
C
got a lot of chatterboxes in this croud
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've got Tennessee tendencies and chemical dependencies
you make the same old jokes and mallet strokes(?) on cue
suffering jukebox such a sad machine
you offer up what other people need
pollution(?), damnation, and guilt
make you wonder why you were ever 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
3 comments:
Great song. I think "mallet stokes" is supposed to be "malaprops." A malaprop[ism] is the misuse of a word, often to humorous effect. So it fits with "same old jokes"...
...please where can I buy a unicorn?
Pollution(?) = Hardship
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