Bethlehem

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