Pluto (Pts. 1 & 2)

I thought of letters and numbers
I'll turn up or turn down
To get a message
From underneath these radars
And yesterday
Is still played today
It is covered by lovers
Who mess around with mothers
And best of all
The underground, she hates us
We're stealing equipment
The sirens are blaring
And then the arresting officer says
"I don't believe
In security
But possibilities
Seem made for you and me"
(Rock on)

Oil painting bit by bit
I seem to recognize this
Does not fit the script
What's written for this bit
(Yeah)
Romancing is dancing
I'll be the one to ask you
On the floor
And what's more
I will show you to the door
Of the town hall about all I got
For all my trouble
Were complaints about all the pigs and cattle

Loitering
For diamond rings
And still, today as we play
Yesterday in heaven
You jumped out from behind the bus
And then there was nothing
Old women are swearing
The pigs are crying
And then the arresting officer says
"I don't believe
In astrologies
But possibilities
Seem made for you and me"