If you ain't got two kids by 21,

You're probably gonna die alone

At least that's what tradition told you.

And it don't matter if you don't believe,

Come Sunday morning you best be there

In the front row, like you're s'posed to.

Same hurt in every heart.

Same trailer, different park.

Mamas hooked on Mary Kay

And Daddy's hooked on Mary two doors down.

We think the first time's good enough,

So we hold on to high school love,

Say we won't end up like our parents.

Tiny little boxes in a row,

Ain't what you want it's what you know,

Just happy in the shoes you're wearin'.

Same checks we're always cashin',

To buy a little more distraction.

Cause Mamas hooked on Mary Kay

Daddys hooked on Mary two doors down.

We're so bored until we're buried.

On this broken merry go 'round...

Merry go 'round...

Jack and Jill went up the hill,

Jack burned out on booze and pills,

And Mary had a little lamb,

Mary just don't give a damn no more.