Jukebox - The Murlocs

Your no more than a jukebox

Dignity gone and your pride is lost

It’s written on your tombstone

He never had much to look back on

Copying the stars

One man band convinced he’s got that spark

He’s trying so hard

The serious concern is what you really are

It’s past your capacity

To see that your on par

Playing to the rhythm of the city

For another rare coin toss

Sometimes you worry

Did I jump in the wrong car

So I better hurry

Make it my one aim

Make it one and only task

Cause I’m finally fed up

With leaving everything half arsed, Oh

Keep your neck up parrot

Give this donkey a carrot

Your prone to humiliation

Like a broken record from the basement

Oh your getting on

Oh your time has gone

Keep your neck up parrot

Give this donkey a carrot

Your prone to humiliation

Like a broken record from the basement