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

It's been decades since my pity days

But I havent 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 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 lala 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 simple enough to grow the fuck up happy with the rough cut

Nobody's in the market 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

I've got proof enough it is indisputable

Love's not good enough

I want pies and graphs

Something that will teach me my arithmetic at last..

Better rope the folks 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, god - you're old enough to be his fucking...)

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 bunred down

Still convinced that 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...

Ask me anything

I've got evidence

Single serving saccharine packets

Dripping black with lipstick kisses

I still wait for the bus to come Back where the high school got torn down

Still expecting to find true love Among the sakteboarders hanging out

In the back of the bank in my hometown

I'm no pederast

It was nice to ask

Thank you,

But I'm capable of getting up and getting dressed

Love's not good enough

I want photographs

Something that will stand the test of...

Time and time again

I think I'll head downtown again

Oh god

I'm thirty

No, I'm ten

I'm seventeen

And a bank of boston beauty queen....