Lyrics Merry-Go-Round (Live 2003) - Cold Chisel

Yeah
Oh, yeah
Come on now

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
Took my money when I left the game
She was overly fond of sophisticated fuckin' around
I had my 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's married to a rich young timber-miller
They christened a boy when she was just 19
Crazy love, I'm never gonna settle down
I 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, down by the river
Gettin' pissed at the Copmanhurst rodeo
The weekend comes, I'll fire to the town
I had a bellyful of livin' on the same old merry-go-round

Come on, take it a way down, yeah, alright

Well, I wanna set fire to the town
I wanna set fire to the town, yeah
I wanna leave this town, gonna leave the town, I'm gonna set fire to the town
I wanna leave this town, gonna leave the town, I'll set fire to the town
I wanna set fire to the town right now
I wanna set fire to the town right now, come on
I wanna 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

Well, I'm looking out as the sun goes down
Drinking Bundaberg at the end of the day
I'm 25 and only half alive
The rest is only just a ticket away
Well, give me a ticket, take me to a city hotel
I had a bellyful of lovin' on the same old merry-go-round
I had a bellyful of lovin' on the same old merry-go-round
I had a bellyful of livin' the same old merry-go-round, yes, I did

One, two, three, go

Alright
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