Bank Of Boston Beauty Queen Lyrics

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 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 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

Its 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

Ten years after they cashed it in to make a multi-level parking lot for a 7-11 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 burned 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 skateboarders hanging out

in back of the bank in my home--



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....