Songtexte Merry-Go-Round (Live) - Cold Chisel

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 took my money when I left the game
She was overly fond of sophisticated fuckin' around
I've had a bellyful of livin' on the same old merry-go-round

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

And like any man I gotta work for a livin'
To earn my soul for the weekend show
Saturday morning I'll be down by the river
Getting pissed at the Copmanhurst rodeo
When the weekend comes I'm gonna set fire to the town
I've had a bellyful of livin' on the same old merry-go-round

Take it way down now shh

Set fire to the town
Well I set fire to the town
I'm gonna leave this town, gonna leave the town, I'm gonna set fire to the town
I'll leave this town, gonna leave the town, I'll set fire to the town

I wanna set fire to the town
I wanna set fire to the town
I wanna set fire to the town right now
I wanna set fire to the town right now
I'm gonna set fire to the town
I'm gonna set fire to the town
I'm gonna set fire to the town
I'm gonna set fire to the town

Well I'm looking out as the sun goes down
Drinking Bundaburg at the end of the day
I'm twentyfive, and only half alive
The rest is only just a ticket away
Well give me a ticket, take me to a city hotel
I've had a bellyful of livin' on the same old merry-go-round
I've had a bellyful of livin' on the same old merry-go-round
I've had a bellyful of livin' on the same old merry-go-round

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