Pluto

I thought of letters, and numbers, I'll turn up, or turn down To get, a message, from underneath these radars And yesterday It still played today It is covered, by lovers, who mess around with mothers And best of all, the underground, she hates us We're stealin' equipment, the sirens are blarin' And then the arresting officer says "I don't believe, in security But possibility Seem made for you and me" (Rock on) Oil painting bit by bit I seem to recognize it does not fit The script Once written for this bit Romancin' is dancin' I'll be the one to ask you on the floor And once 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 is replayed Yesterday in heaven You jumped up 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 astrology, But possibilities Seem made for you and me"