Bank of Boston Beauty Queen

Lyrics

I've dropped acid with guaranteed sixteen and under, none were very exciting Sorta like a laugh track or whacking off, it gets you off, but it's just not the real thing It's been decades since my pit days But I haven't shaken it - I sit there like an idiot Still wrapped up in the old punk protocol And dreaming that the teenagers will think that I'm a radical And I still wait for the bus to come where the high school got torn down Still expecting to find true love among the skateboarders hanging out The back of the bank in my hometown All this talk and no action's got me stiff from the tit to the bone So I'm living in la-la-land, but at least I'm not living at home Same old catcall same old chemicals Same old thrills stealing stockings from the shopping mall It's easy enough to grow the fuck up happy with the rough cut Nobody's really looking for a diamond in the rough but I still wait for my mom to come and pick me up at Holly's house Ten years after they cashed it in to make a multi-level parking lot for a seven-eleven and burger king and I've got cryptographs, I've got all the phones tapped It's just proof enough it was indisputable Love's not good enough I want photographs Something that will teach me my arithmetic at last... Betty, get your kids out, I'm on the loose again And getting more ridiculous the more I think I ought to get my mind out of the gutter (It's getting dangerous, Amanda, you are old enough to be the focus) My own private highway from the cradle to the grave I save a bundle skipping middle age and saturdays And I still wait for the cops to come where the station since burned down Still expecting they'll pick me up for all the sins I committed in the back of a banged-up pickup truck And I've got autographs, backstage passes and leather jacket back patches up the... Ask me anything I want evidence Single serving saccharine packets dripping black with lipstick kisses I still wait for the bus to come where the high school got torn down Still expecting to find true love among the skateboarders hanging out The back of the bank in my home... I'm no pederast, just out of interest Thank you, but I'm capable of getting up and getting dressed Love's not good enough I want photographs Something that will teach me common Time and time again I think I'll dye my hair again Oh wow I'm sixteen No, I'm ten I'm seventeen And the bank of Boston beauty queen