The Rock-Ola Manufacturing Corporation was founded in 1927 by Coin-Op pioneer David Cullen Rockola to manufacture slot machines, scales and pinball machines. The firm later produced parking meters, furniture, and firearms, but became best known for its jukeboxes.
The Rock-Ola Scale Company was founded in 1927 by David Cullen Rockola to manufacture coin-operated entertainment machines. During the 1920s, Rockola was linked with Chicago organized crime and escaped a jail sentence by turning State's Evidence. Mr. Rockola added the hyphen because people often mispronounced his name. The name was changed to Rock-Ola Manufacturing Corporation in 1932. The company successfully expanded its production line through the Great Depression to include furniture. Starting in 1935, Rock-Ola sold more than 400,000 jukeboxes under the Rock-Ola brand name, which predated the rock and roll era by two decades, and is thought to have inspired the term.
Sitting' at a table Thanksgiving day when you were three,
Your father hit you in the mouth and you started to bleed.
You were punished 'cause you weren't really hungry!
Ten years old and you're making everyone ashame,
'Cause you'd rather play guitar than be the star in the game.
I don't want to be a nobody.
I put my head in the sand 'cause I don't want to face it,
Lonely know without you.
You still don't understand why it's myself I been hurting,
For you, I never measured up to you
Oh Lord, set me free!
It ain't over now.
Hurtin' myself 'cause you ain't here to do it.
Still ain't over now.
Hurt me so badly inside.
It ain't over now.
Hurtin' myself 'cause you ain't here to do it.
Still ain't over now.
Hurt me so badly inside.
Oh Lord, set me free!
Stare in the mirror, take a long hard look at myself
The reflection paints a picture of somebody else.
Should I really feel ashamed just to see it?
Judgement was something you had taught me to believe.
You tried to make me be somebody that I couldn't be.
Should I really feel ashamed just to be it?
I put my head in the sand 'cause I don't want to face it.
Lonely now without you.
You still don't understand it's myself I been hating.
You, I never measured up to...