"Smalltown" (c) 1990
from Songs for Drella
by Lou Reed and John Cale
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 caome 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 worded in construction
it's not something for which i am suited
Oh -what is somethign 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 cidy
at this pick eyed painting alnio
How far can my fantasy go?
I'm no Dali coming from Pittsburgh
No adorable lisping Capote
My hereo -Oh do you think I could meet him?
I'd camp out at his front door
There's only one good thing about a small town
There's only one good use for a small town
There's only one good thing about a 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's only one good use for a small town
You hate it and you know you'll have to leave
