Hate Lives in a Small Town Voltaire

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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!