From the painful rays of daybreak

Ripping darkness out your eyes

To every kiss with bourbon breath

Your daddy didn't hide, he didn't hide

From the crack of his backhand slap

To your mama's blue veined hands

That held her rosary desperately

'Cause she didn't understand

From the brokenhearted playground

In the lonely afternoon

To the violence of little boys

And the crying in your bedroom

Till the wind blows right through you and rain don't get you wet

Till your lips move constantly but you ain't said nothing yet

Till you ride that horse in circles, going up and coming down

Round and round, it's a merry go round

From the bitter tears of helplessness

Falling from your grandma's face

As they strap you to the stretcher

While she quickly packs your suitcase

From the money that you stole

From her on the day she died

To the long lines at the clinic

Waiting for a days supply, a days supply

Till the wind blows right through you and rain don't get you wet

Till your lips move constantly but you ain't said nothing yet

Till you ride that horse in circles, going up and coming down

Round and round, it's a merry go round

From the phone booth on the freeway

When there's no one left to call

To the porcelain cod you pray to

In the public restroom stall

From the milky white of heroin

As it bubbles and it sooths

To the dirty sheets you lie on