Tripped Electric - Pitch of Grace
There's a rule that we must obey
It's not about the goals we score
But the gooey mess we leave on the floor
Quit spitting on the pitch, my friend
It's not a habit you should defend
We're here to play with style and grace
Not turn the field into a spitball race
From Messi to Ronaldo, they all agree
A flying loogie is not the key
To victory or a shining career
So listen up and lend an ear
Quit spitting on thе pitch, my friend
It's not a habit you should defend
Wе're here to play with style and grace
Not turn the field into a spitball race
It's not a chewing gum factory, it's a game
Let's keep it classy, not bring it shame
So next time you feel that urge arise
Swallow it down, to everyone's surprise
Quit spitting on the pitch, my friend
It's not a habit you should defend
We're here to play with style and grace
Not turn the field into a spitball race
So let's unite, players far and wide
And make a pact to cast aside
The nasty habit of spitting on the ground
And let our team's glory truly abound
Quit spitting on the pitch, my friend
It's not a habit you should defend
We're here to play with style and grace
Not turn the field into a spitball race
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