Album:

Lyrics:

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 morning you best be there
 In the front row, like you're s'posed to.
 
Same hurt in every heart.
 Same trailer, different park.
 
Mamas hooked on Mary Kay
 Brothers hooked on Mary Jane
 And Daddies hooked on Mary two doors down.
 
Mary Mary quite contrary,
 We get bored so we get married
 And 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 want 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 Mamas hooked on Mary Kay
 Brothers hooked on Mary Jane
 Daddies hooked on Mary two doors down.
 
Mary Mary quite contrary,
 We get bored so we get married
 And just like dust we settle in this town.
 On this broken merry go 'round and 'round and 'round we go,
 Where we stop nobody knows...
 And it ain't slowin' down, this merry go 'round...
 
Mary Mary quite contrary,
 We're so bored until we're buried.
 And 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.