Bank of Boston Beauty Queen

The Dresden Dolls

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