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