Splitzville Elliott Smith

Splitzville
Quitsville
You wanna go to Splitzville
I got a full tank, let’s ride
And my, my, my, my, my, my, my
Splitzville
I know the way
And I’ll end up there one day
In Splitzville
On a natural high
My, my, my, my, my, my, my
Be beautiful, never cry

Splitzville
You don’t need a name
Everybody there behaves the same
You’re not the only one who didn’t sleep last night
My, my, my, my, my, my, my
You feel a-okay, quite all right

Is there something you’ve got waiting
Something you want too much
Hurry up now, you’ll miss your bus
To Splitzville
And end up right back here
Just screaming
About Splitzville
Splitzville, Splitzville