Текст песни Merry-Go-Round - Live - Cold Chisel

Yeah, come on, give it

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 fucking around
I've had a bellyful of livin' on the same old merry-go-round

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

Just like any man, I work for a livin'
Earn my soul for the weekend show
Saturday morning, down by the river
Getting pissed at the Copmanhurst rodeo
When the weekend comes, I set fire to the town
I've had a bellyful of livin' on the same old merry-go-round

Take it away now shh, yeah

Set fire to the town
I wanna set fire to the town
I wanna leave this town, wanna leave the town, gonna set fire to the town
Leave this town, wanna leave the town, gonna set fire to the town
I'm gonna set fire to the town right now
I'll 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 Bundaburg 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'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
Yes I did baby
One, two, one two three four

Yeh, alright