Smalltown Lyrics - Reed Lou

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