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 s** behind a dirty sweatshirt
I've lost five pounds these past few days
Trying to be cla** president and get straight a's, well,
Who gives a sh** 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 f**
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