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If you ain't got two kids by 21 You're probably gonna die alone At least that's what tradition told you And it don't matter if you don't believe Come Sunday mornin', you best be there In the front row like you're supposed to Same hurt in every heart Same trailer, different park Mama's hooked on Mary Kay Brother's hooked on Mary Jane And Daddy's hooked on Mary two doors down Mary, Mary quite contrary We get bored, so we get married Just like dust, we settle in this town On this broken merry go 'round And 'round and 'round we go Where it stops nobody knows And it ain't slowin' down This merry go 'round We think the first time's good enough So, we hold on to high school love Say we won't end up like our parents Tiny little boxes in a row Ain't what you want, it's what you know Just happy in the shoes you're wearin' Same checks we're always cashin' To buy a little more distraction 'Cause mama's hooked on Mary Kay Brother's hooked on Mary Jane And Daddy's hooked on Mary two doors down Mary, Mary, quite contrary We get bored, so, we get married Just like dust, we settle in this town On this broken merry go 'round And 'round and 'round we go Where it stops nobody knows And it ain't slowin' 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 Jack 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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