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 ten 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 ten 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 ten 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