Lyrics to Hate Lives in a Small Town
If you're headin' down the highway, down about Route 10, get off at the last exit and take it around the bend.
You'll find a small town, but don't go hangin' around, 'cause hate lives in a small town.
'Least that's what I have found.
Moms are in the kitchens and they're bakin' pies.
They smell so good.
They're made to cover up the smell of lies there in a small town.
But pies don't cure all ills.
And hate lives in a small town.
That's why those moms take pills.
Well, I went to the big city and everyone was wearin' black.
They saw that, in my hometown, they wouldn't stand for that.
I saw kids all covered in tattoos, with mohawks and purple hair.
But what really struck me was no one seemed to care.
Well, the Knights, they beat the Badgers when they played down in the square.
But they saved the biggest beating for a kid with longish hair, there in a small town.
That kid was me one year.
'Cause hate lives in a small town.
Moreso if you seem queer.
The pastor's in the pulpit, preaching righteous lies.
And the congregation, they don't know he slept with all their wives, there in a small town.
And it's so clear to see that hate lives in a small town, as does adultery.
Well, I went to the big city, with my clothes in a pack.
When I got off at the station, there was no turning back.
I met freaks and creeps and weirdos.
Loose women and some geeks.
And they were the nicest gosh darn people I'd ever hope to meet.
When you head into a small town, they're nice as they can be.
But at night, they put on sheets, and hang your sad ass from a tree there in a small town.
Don't dare be different, 'cause hate lives in a small town.
Unless you're just like them.
So, if you're livin' in a small town and you feel you're in a vice, just buy yourself a ticket, kid.
Just take my advice and leave the small town.
Be quick as you can be.
Get out of that small town, and you'll be free like me.
You'll find a small town, but don't go hangin' around, 'cause hate lives in a small town.
'Least that's what I have found.
Moms are in the kitchens and they're bakin' pies.
They smell so good.
They're made to cover up the smell of lies there in a small town.
But pies don't cure all ills.
And hate lives in a small town.
That's why those moms take pills.
Well, I went to the big city and everyone was wearin' black.
They saw that, in my hometown, they wouldn't stand for that.
I saw kids all covered in tattoos, with mohawks and purple hair.
But what really struck me was no one seemed to care.
Well, the Knights, they beat the Badgers when they played down in the square.
But they saved the biggest beating for a kid with longish hair, there in a small town.
That kid was me one year.
'Cause hate lives in a small town.
Moreso if you seem queer.
The pastor's in the pulpit, preaching righteous lies.
And the congregation, they don't know he slept with all their wives, there in a small town.
And it's so clear to see that hate lives in a small town, as does adultery.
Well, I went to the big city, with my clothes in a pack.
When I got off at the station, there was no turning back.
I met freaks and creeps and weirdos.
Loose women and some geeks.
And they were the nicest gosh darn people I'd ever hope to meet.
When you head into a small town, they're nice as they can be.
But at night, they put on sheets, and hang your sad ass from a tree there in a small town.
Don't dare be different, 'cause hate lives in a small town.
Unless you're just like them.
So, if you're livin' in a small town and you feel you're in a vice, just buy yourself a ticket, kid.
Just take my advice and leave the small town.
Be quick as you can be.
Get out of that small town, and you'll be free like me.
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