Bethlehem Lyrics

Pulling on the apron strings looking upStanding on the chair to be grown upI feel so little, I need my pillowI hate the time, I hate the clockI want to be a dog or I want to be a rock
Sunday's pancakes Miss Mary MackColor Polariods show my heart attackIn my second-hand pants and dusty shoesThe day that the playground laughed at my shoesIt's my birthday next week and what I want pleaseIs to turn on the heat so the fish won't freezeThe fish in the tank froze and died last weekOh I want to be a dog or I want to be a leaf
Quarry miners, fishermenIn my town of BethlehemPicket fences, church at tenNo star above my Bethlehem
Now I'm only 16 and I think I have an ulcerI'm hiding my sex behind a dirty sweatshirtI've lost five pounds these past few daysTrying to be class 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 Chorus
Still I'm tired of standing stillTired of living - stillEveryday I dream of leaving
Everybody's talking about Becky's bustThe boys on the basketball team just f*ckThe same ten girls, who don't know who they areThey're looking for some comfort in the back of a carThe six-packs of beer, the locker room jeersI don't want to be me, I don't want to be here
Chorus
Red brick schoolhouse, dead end dirt roads, daffodilsNo star above my Bethlehem
I want to be a dog or I want to be a rockI don't want to be me, I don't want to be hereBethlehem

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