Lyric Smalltown

When you re growing up in a small town
when you re growing up in a small town
when you re growing up in a small town
you say, no one famous ever came from here

When you re growing up in a small town
and you re having a nervous breakdown
and you think that you ll never escape it
yourself or the place that you live

Where did Picasso come from
there s no Michelangelo coming from Pittsburgh
if art is the tip of the iceberg
I m the part sinking below

When you re growing up in a small town
bad skin, bad eyes, gay and fatty
people look at you funny
when you re in a small town

My father worked in construction
it s not something for which I m suited
oh, what is something for which you are suited
getting out of here I hate being odd in a small town
if they stare let them stare in New York City
as this pink eyed painting albino
how far can my fantasy go

I m no Dali coming from Pittsburgh
no adorable lisping Capote
my hero, oh, do you think I could meet him
I d camp out at his front door

There is only one good thing about small town
there is only one good use for a small town
there is only one good thing about small town
you know that you want to get out

When you re growing up in a small town
you know you ll grow down in a small town
there is only one good use for a small town

You hate it and you ll know you have to leave