Album: Songs for Drella (1990)
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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 es- cape 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
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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
