Lyrics - Pittsville Direkt by Fall

No current is wasted
Where it wants to go
Some are only happy
In the throws
Of bitter arguments
Ready and packed
To ride them by train ride
By plane ride
Or from the insides
I can't deal with
Pittsville
Direkt
I don't wanna go to
Pittsville
Direkt
No no no
Pittsville
Direkt
Yes yes yes
Pittsville
Direkt
Stepped off the train platform
Crushed cig in cup
It's the
English regulation state
Boarded at gate
Plane rides
I can't deal with
Pittsville
Direkt
I don't wanna trip to
Pittsville
Direkt
No love lost in
Pittsville
Direkt
And meanwhile
From
New
York to
Skegness*
But don't ask your telephone cell
I don't wanna go to
Pittsville
Direckt
No no no no
Pittsville
Direkt
Please don't please
Pittsville
Direkt
Many a jest in
Pittsville
Direkt
By planeride
By trainride
What are they doing to go on 30
Park
West?
Why have they got those masks on?
I wanna exit
Pittsville
Direkt
I'm correct about
Pittsville
Direkt
The citizens of
Pittsville
Direkt
Would be apt scaring [goats]
Ride out to where the planet's spawn
Drive carefully mother to be of wars
Boarding now for
Pittsville
Direkt[
Skegness is a notoriously downmarket seaside town in
Lincolnshire onthe east of
England. --
Ed.]

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