If you're heading down the highway

Down around route 10

Get off on the last exit and take it around the bend

You'll find a small town

But don't go hanging around

Cause Hate lives in a small town

At least that's what I have found

The moms are in the kitchens

And they're bakin' pies

They smell so good they're made to cover up the smell of lies

They're in a small town

And pies don't cure all all ills

Cause Hate lives in a small town

That's why those moms take pills

Well I went to the big city

Everyone was wearing black!

If they saw that in my hometown

They wouldn't stand for that!

I saw kids all covered tattoos, with mohawks, and Purple hair

But what really struck me... was no one seemed to care

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

They're in a small town, that kid was me one year

And Hate lives in a small town, more-so 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

They're 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

But they were the nicest gosh darn people I'd ever hope to meet

When you're heading to a small town they're nice as they can be

But at night they'll put on sheets and hang your sad ass from a tree

They're in a small town, don't dare be different

Cause Hate lives in a small town, unless your just like them

So if your living in a small town

And you feel you're in a vice

Buy yourself a ticket kid, hell just take my advice and leave that small town

Be quick as you can be

Get the hell out of that small town

So you'll be free like me!