Pluto

I don’t know what happened yesterday
Don’t tell me I don’t wanna [bad word] towns are left in your eyes
I didn’t mean to break your stupid throne
 
I’m out, but, [bad word]  it’s raining again
Bad ideas are always right on time
I’m dying of love and a bronchial cough
If you want them all go have them all
 
Watch me, I am a pilot now
I’ve swapped the traffic jams for space
Policemen ask what’s in the [bad word] It’s full of your heads on silver plates
 
I’m out and ready for the track
Flying weather is always by my side
I have to hurry: I’m dying of love
And half [bad word] world tears away my own
 
My Pluto’s blue
I’m going there
And I can stay there as long as I want
As long as I want
Collecting stars
 
Hungry and nude collecting stars
 
Don’t tell me what happened yesterday
Don’t bother I already know
Burnt lands are left in your hands
They don’t recognize your stupid law
 
I’m out, but, [bad word]  it’s raining again
Bad ideas are always right on time
I’m dying of love and a bronchial cough
Well,  you want them all go have them all
 
My Pluto’s blue
I’m going there
And I can stay there as long as I want
Collecting stars
 [bad word]