Words and music: lou reed & 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 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