| Song | Small Town |
| Artist | Lou Reed |
| Album | Songs for Drella: Live at the Brooklyn Academy of Music |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 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 |
| 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 |
| 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 |