Bethlehem lyrics

Artist  : Paula Cole 
Song : Bethlehem



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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