Cole Paula Bethlehem Lyrics

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,

 well,

 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