Bank of Boston Beauty Queen

I've tried dolls that were guaranteed sixteen or 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 havent 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

in 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

its easy enough to grow the fuck up, happy with the rough cut

nobody's in here 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...

Better get your kids, 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 poor kid's mother)

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

I’ve got autographs, backstage passes and leather jacket back patches up the

ask me anything i’ve got 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

in back of the bank in my home-

I’m no pederast, just an 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 head downtown again

oh god

sixteen

no, i’m ten

i’m seventeen

and a Bank of Boston Beauty Queen