Lyrical Breakdown of Bring Back Pluto - Instrumental - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

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This is my friend Tony

He's pretty cool, although he's not always so smart

And then there were eight

Just like that, just like that...

(Bring back Pluto, back-back Pluto)

(Back-back Pluto, Plu-Plu-Pluto)

In the beginning it was Large Marge sent me, I'm bent

Empty the rent if you can double park the garbage barge gently

The moon took a second mortgage on the seventh house

And Jupiter ain't talk to Mars,

He felt the host of rovers sold him out

Close your mouth, poke your snout over the cloaked aroma clouds

Solar boy elope with couch ogling older Polaroids

Motor mouth, chauffeur the golden molar toy

Gophers yoke a fish out of water, he grows lungs and multiplies

Idle when soldering a perfect union

It is vital to calculate any ornery loose ends

So if mutiny ensues the aloof is assumed nuisance

The clue is in his vacancy, the proof is in his goosebumps

Maroon the traitors expecting acres of edelweiss

Who later learn it may actually be safer to play with knives

I show up late looking project grizzly

Two bowies, a third for throwing and accomplish dickweed

Nothing, nada, nill, I stuff a lot of pill to gut

What's the proper rules on stuffing hostages in trucks?

I'll be numb enough to chill before the choppers spill the blood

But if I'm not

Fuck it, plug him, warpy got his goddamned groove back

Jet-setting on spec with a dead yeti on the roof rack

And miscreants will rubberneck jalopy euthanasia

Which will later be regretted when it's your turn for cremation

And I walk like early man, freak a little witch hunt

Gathering the carnies and exploiting every stigma

The malformed oddities among sovereignty's normal

Shall abuse every vice you can imagine right before you

All I thought of was the cloven-hooved

And how they clip-clip-clop over the woven roofs

With a nose for commotion and stolen goods

Now tell me, what the fuck am I supposed to do?

In the mean time (nine) minus (one) left (eight)

We were busy putting barbs on a large iron gate

Mercury, Venus, Earth, Mars, Jupiter, Saturn, Uranus, Neptune

Bring back Pluto, back-back Pluto

Back-back Pluto, Plu-Plu-Pluto

They're all-they're gonna want his milk money next

Stare into the glowing eye of Cerberus and crow

Authoritative laminates will not repel the quarantined alone

All the town sickly know the Coke machine as home

Where they sit and hope the Ovaltine that noble's drink is strong

Couples only roller rink with soul to kiss your chicken noodle

Before they wiggle mittens through the pillory to ridicule

And you can hear the iron maidens lock

Or see the town criers ankle stock chained up to the tanker truck

A is up early, ring and run thank you much

Document a little of that underbelly bang for buck

Hey I walk as the hype of the city gossip

Meaning every dumpster diver's gotta vomit up a comment like

You ain't shit, this ain't ill

This is little Russian dolls that get smaller and smaller still

This a corpse full of pills trying to sit still and build

Cause eight planets bullied number nine until he fell

Babylon goggles, gawk for the galvatron coppers

Tugboat salvage all fossils

I'll be shepherd when the whirlybirds deny the lepers doctors

If I'm not

Fuck it

The terrible metal hacking seasons's

As American as ski up off a plastic d-cup

You'd think Charlie Brown was Weathermen

How I zig-zag around these yellow backs for peanuts

In the baggy stomach lining attached

To the bums in hiding sits the morals

Every outing would slide to refine his grinding

When the freakishly disfigured have been triggered to surround you

You will live inside the actual second they let the hounds loose

All I thought of was the cloven-hooved

And how they clip-clip-clop over the woven roofs

With a nose for commotion and stolen goods

Now tell me, what the fuck am I supposed to do?

In the mean time (nine) minus (one) left (eight)

We were busy putting barbs on a large iron gate

Mercury, Venus, Earth, Mars, Jupiter, Saturn, Uranus, Neptune

Bring back Pluto, back, back, back

Pluto-Pluto, bring back Pluto

Mercury, Venus, Earth, Mars, Jupiter, Saturn, Uranus, Neptune

Bring back Pluto, back-back Pluto

Back-back Pluto, Plu-Plu-Pluto