Testo Merry-go-round

I cried my tears in a glass of tequila
For a truck-stop honey with a dubious name
She held my heart like a blackjack dealer
And she took my money when I left the game
She was overly fond of sophisticated messing around
I've had a bellyful of living on the same old merry-go-round

Well I played in the Summer and I froze in the Winter And I hankered for the high school beauty queen
She was married to a rich young timber-miller
And Christened a boy when she was just nineteen
Crazy love, never gonna settle down
I've had a bellyful of loving on the same old merry-go-round

Like any man I've got to work for a living
Just to earn my soul for the weekend show
Saturday morning I'll be down by the river
Getting whipped at the Copmanhurst rodeo
When the weekend comes I'm gonna set fire to the town
I've had a bellyful of working on the same old merry-go-round

I'm gonna set fire to the town...
I'm gonna set fire to the town
I'm looking out as the sun goes down
Drinking Bundaburg at the end of the day
I'm twenty-five and only half alive
And the rest is only just a ticket away
Give me a ticket, take me to a city hotel
I've had a bellyful of living on the same old merry-go-round
I've had a bellyful of living on the same old merry-go-round
I've had a bellyful of living on the same old merry-go-round