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 want to be a dog, or I want to be a rock

Sunday's pancakes Miss Mary Mack
Color Polaroid's 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 last few days
Trying to be class president and get straight A's,Cole Paula - Bethlehem - http://motolyrics.com/cole-paula/bethlehem-lyrics.html
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Who gives a shit about that anyway?
I just 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 school house, dead end dirtroads, 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 in
Bethlehem