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
  
   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 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