I've tried dolls that were guaranteed
sixteen or under none were very exciting
Sorta like a laugh track or whacking off
they'll get you off but it's just not the real thing
Its been decades since my pit days
But I haven't shaken it - I sit there like an idiot
Still caught 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
In 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 catcalls, the same old
chemicals
Same old thrills stealing stockings from
the shopping mall
It's simple enough to grow the fuck up
happy with the rough cut
Nobodys in here looking for a diamond in the rough but
I still wait for my mom to come and pick me up at Holly's house
10 years after they cashed it in to make a
multi-level parking lot for a seven-eleven
and Burger King
I've got cryptographs I've got all the phones tapped
It's proof enough it is indisputable
Love's not good enough
I want photographs
Something that will teach me my
arithmetic at last
Interlude
Better get your kids in - 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 pork)
He's 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 the banged-up pickup truck
I've got autographs, backstage passes
and leather jacket back patches up the ass
Ask me anything I've got evidence
Single serving saccharine packets
dripping black with lipstick kisses
Instrumental
I still wait for the bus to come back where
the high school got torn down
Still expecting to find true love among the
skateboarders hanging out
In 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 sense
Time and time again
I think I'll dye my hair again
Oh god
Sixteen
No, I'm ten
I'm seventeen
And a bank of Boston beauty queen