"Bethlehem" lyrics

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 time, I hate the clock
I wanna be a dog or I wanna 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 wanna be a dog or I wanna be a leaf

Quarry miners, fishermen
In my town of Bethlehem
Picket fences, church at 10
No star above my Bethlehem

Now I'm only sixteen 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 just wanna be a dog or a lump of clay

Quarry miners, fishermen
In my town of Bethlehem
Picket fences, church at 10
No star above my Bethlehem

Still, I'm tired of standing still
Tired of living still
Everyday I dream of leaving

Everyone'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 wanna be me, I don't wanna be here

Quarry miners, fishermen
In my town of Bethlehem
Picket fences, church at 10
No star above my Bethlehem
Red brick school house
Dead end dirt roads, daffodils
No star above my Bethlehem

I wanna be a dog or I wanna be a rock
I don't wanna be me
I don't wanna be here in Bethlehem