See the fool who mimics the sun Burning out like a quasar-pulsing Your lunar laugh and smokey dreams Bare your soul and take control While the spaced
Excuse me But I just have to Explode Explode this body Off me I'll be brand new Brand new tomorrow A little bit tired But brand new
Again the dawn draws nearer And brings the fiery sky The songbirds sing the earliest lullaby I wish you will remember When once you'll hear me cry You
With depravity, I break lots of gravity Blast past the atmosphere to the last frontier I go boldly through space and time The sky's the limit but they
You got something I like about you You seem to be a lot like me I've got ticket to adventure for two Could be your golden opportunity. The travel agent
Thank the loyal servants for being so loyal, soon they'll be happy and very safe; if not, sent off like a pigeon with his head cut off. if it wasn't for
(Aesop Rock) And then there were eight (then there were eight). Just like that. (Bring back Pluto, bring back, bring back Pluto). Like: You ain't shit
Dwell on an eccentric orbit Plutonium hemisphere engaged in a mutual-eclipse The sun just a bright star low in the sky Rock and ice, the dark world under
I dreamt that I was lying on the bottom of the dark and never-ending sea, on a bed that my dead lover was preparing with his own skeleton for me ... ("...
lets go to pluto the atmosphere's clear we'll be really cool there with nothing to fear let's go to pluto it's cold and it's damp where children are heroes
Let's go to Pluto, the atmosphere's clear We'll be really cool there with nothing to fear Let's go to Pluto, it's cold and it's damp Where children
Countdown get ready for the blast off And don't forget the hype, we're going into space Distinguished scientists and pesky senator And monkey turds leaking
[Music by Marco Kehren/DEINONYCHUS] [Instrumental]
Pluto the skate Was born way too late Went out on a date A funeral for his hate Is everybody happy now? (x7)
Sweat suffocate, got to pack pack pack it all in Bend your knees two three four, breath in breath out and then Grab your partners, and pull them on out
Here's the story, the story in the hay Calling warning, warning, cow delay See the mourning, morning going away Cease your sweeping the sheep have shown
Tape five Takes a stab Atom rant Three dives swipe the rag It's the puddle lane Sweet River acid rain It's the puddle lane Patch glue dries Tar soaked