Merry Go Round-Mary Gauthier

(Mary Gauthier/Crit Harmon) 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