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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 Polariods 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 shit about that anyway?

I want to be a dog or a lump of clay



Chorus



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 fuck

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



Chorus



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

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 Polariods 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 shit about that anyway?

I want to be a dog or a lump of clay



Chorus



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 fuck

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



Chorus



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

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