Hate Lives In A Small Town by Voltaire
If you're headin' down the highway
Down about route ten,
Get off at the last exit
And take it around the bend
You'll find a small town
But don't go hangin' 'round.
'Cause hate lives in a small town
'Least that's what I have found.
Moms are in the kitchens
And they're baking 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 wearing black.
They saw that in my home town,
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 on the square
But they saved the biggest beatings
For a kid with longish hair.
They're in a small town.
That kid was me one year.
'Cause hate lives in a small town
Moreso if you seem queer.
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