Talking Jukebox

(albüm: This Machine Still Kills Fascists - 2022)

I'm just a jukebox standing in a joint
I'm all lit up with pretty-colored lights
I'm a bum, I'm a beggar for nickels and dimes
But I'm your millionaire a thousand times

I watch you come in here, come through the door
I watch you take a drink or three or four
Then I wink at you with my electric eyes
Carry you away to Paradise

I'm a two-, I'm a four-, I'm a 12-bar beater
I'm partly honest, I'm partly a cheater
There's a million human skulls in here fighting a war
Now let me tell you what they're fighting for

To look at these old, steel lights and holes
You might not think I got a soul
But the workers that worked hard to bring me to life
Want me to tell the secrets of your life

I'm a two-, I'm a four-, I'm a 12-bar beater
I'm partly honest, I'm partly a cheater
There's a million human skulls in here fighting a war
Now let me tell you what they're fighting for

I got a waxy voice and a mechanical brain
Look in these eyes. Am I insane?
I haven't found my real voice yet
But your stories and your history, I'll never forget

And I mean your personal history
'Cause I know all about you
I know every step you ever took
Every book you never read
Every hand you ever held
Every kiss you ever stole
Every job you ever lost
Every single, solitary penny that you've cheated
Who out of
Who'd have ever believed that one of these days or nights
You'd put a nickel in me and hear every single truth about yourself?

'Cause I'm a two-, I'm a four-, I'm a 12-bar beater
I'm partly honest, I'm partly a cheater
There's a million human skulls in here fighting a war
Now let me tell you what we're fighting for

I'm a four-, I'm a six-, I'm a eight-bar hitter
Feed me the nickels, I ain't no quitter
There's a million human skulls in here fighting a war
Now let me tell you what they're fighting for

For a better what? Better people?
House, car, ship, plane, business?
Maybe so