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Bethlehem

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Bethlehem

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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

Quarry miners, fishermen

In my town of Bethlehem

Picket fences, church at ten

No star above my Bethlehem

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

Quarry miners, fishermen

In my town of Bethlehem

Picket fences, church at ten

No star above my Bethlehem

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

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