Bethlehem (Explicit)

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 sex behind a dirty sweatshirt

I've lost five pounds these past few days

Trying to be class president and get straight A's

Well who gives a sh*t 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

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