If you ain't got two kids by twenty one
You're probably going to die alone
At least that's what tradition taught you
And it don't matter if you don't believe
Come Sunday morning you best be there
In the front row like you're supposed to
Same hurt in every heart
Same trailor different park
Mother's hooked on Mary Kay
Brother's hooked on Mary Jane
Daddy's hooked on Mary two doors down
Mary Mary quite contrary
We get bored so we get merry
Just like dust we settle in this town
On this broken merry go round and round and round it goes
Where it stops nobody knows
But it ain't slowing down
Merry go round
We think the first time's good enough
So we hold on to high school love
Pray we won't end up like our parents
Tiny little boxes in a row
Ain't what you want it's what you know
Be happy in the shoes you're wearing
Same checks we're always cashing
To buy a little more distraction
Mother's hooked on Mary Kay
Brother's hooked on Mary Jane
Daddy's hooked on Mary two doors down
Mary Mary quite contrary
We get bored so we get merry
Just like dust we settle in this town
On this broken merry go round and round and round it goes
Where it stops nobody knows
And it ain't slowing down
This merry go round
Mary Mary quite contrary
We're so bored until we're buried
Just like dust we settle in this town
On this broken merry go round
Merry go round
Jack and Jill went up the hill
Got burned out on booze and pills
And Mary had a little lamb
Mary just don't give a damn
No more
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