Horrible things have plagued me
Things I never wanted to know
So I stuffed 'em all in places
I thought I'd never have to go.  
No matter the distance traveled
Coffey Mountain or Carter's docks
Every cold goodbye - a crank
on that old Jack In The Box.
One day the music slowed
just as it was bound to do
And Jack came jumping out
dressed in all that I'd been through

Who would know the struggle
being trapped in piles of rubble?
So sick I'm seeing double
and haven't had a drop to drink.

Jarred by nightly terror.
Scarred by trial and error
Acting on impulse because
I'm too afraid to think.