If you ain't got two kids by 21,
You're probably gonna die alone.
Least that's what tradition told
And it don't matter if you don't
Come Sunday morning, 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.
Daddy's hooked on Mary two doors
Mary, Mary quite contrary.
We get bored, so, we get married
Just like dust, we settle in
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
So, we hold on to high school
Sayin' we won't end up like our
Tiny little boxes in a row.
Ain't what you want, it's what