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