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 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 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      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      Still I'm tired of standing   Still tired of living   Still everyday I dream of leaving      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