Bethlehem Lyrics

The song Bethlehem is performed by Paula Cole in the album named Harbinger in the year 1995 .

Pulling on the apron strings, looking up
Standing on the chair to be grown up
I feel so little, I need my pillow
I hate the time, I hate the clock
I want to be a dog or I want to be a rock

Sunday's pancakes, Miss Mary Mack
Color Polaroids show my heart attack
In my second-hand pants and dusty shoes
The day that the playground laughed at my shoes

It's my birthday next week and what I want please
Is to turn on the heat so the fish won't freeze
The fish in the tank froze and died last week
Oh, I want to be a dog or I want to be a leaf

Quarry miners, fishermen
In my town of Bethlehem
Picket fences, church at ten
No star above my Bethlehem

Now I'm only 16 and I think, I have an ulcer
I'm hiding my s*x behind a dirty sweatshirt
I've lost five pounds these past few days
Trying to be cla*s president and get straight A's

Well, who gives a shit about that anyway?
I want to be a dog or a lump of clay

Still I'm tired of standing
Still tired of living
Still everyday I dream of leaving

Everybody's talking about Becky's bust
The boys on the basketball team just f**k
The same ten girls, who don't know who they are
They're looking for some comfort in the back of a car

The six-packs of beer, the locker room jeers
I don't want to be me, I don't want to be here

Still I'm tired of standing
Still tired of living
Still everyday I dream of leaving

Red brick schoolhouse, dead end dirt roads, daffodils
No star above my Bethlehem
I want to be a dog or I want to be a rock
I don't want to be me, I don't want to be here, Bethlehem

Paula Cole - Harbinger

Oct 1995

Bethlehem