Merry Go Round
(Mary Gauthier/Crit Harmon)

Hammond B-3 - Ian (Mac) Maclagan
Electric Guitar, Harmony-Vocal, Bass, Beer Bottle Slide Guitar, Wurlitzer - Gurf Morlix
Drums - Rick Richards
Acoustic Guitar - Mary Gauthier


From the painful rays of daybreak 
Ripping darkness out your eyes 
To every kiss with bourbon breath 
your daddy didn't hide, he didn't hide

From the crack of his backhand slap 
To your mama's blue veined hands 
That held her rosary desperately 
Cause she didn't understand 
From the brokenhearted playground 
in the lonely afternoon 
To the violence of little boys 
And the crying in your bedroom

Till the wind blows right through you and rain don't get you wet 
Till your lips move constantly but you ain't said nothing yet 
Till you ride that horse in circles going up and coming down 
Round and round, it's a merry go round

From the bitter tears of helplessness 
Falling from your grandma's face 
As they strap you to the stretcher 
While she quickly packs your suitcase 
From the money that you stole from her 
on the day she died 
To the long lines at the clinic 
Waiting for a days supply, a days supply

Till the wind blows right through you and rain don't get you wet 
Till your lips move constantly but you ain't said nothing yet 
Till you ride that horse in circles going up and coming down 
Round and round, it's a merry go round

From the phone booth on the freeway 
When there's no one left to call 
To the porcelain Cod you pray to 
In the public restroom stall 
From the milky white of heroin 
as it bubbles and it sooths 
To the dirty sheets you lie on 
with nothing left to lose