Pluto by Project: Ao Lyrics
[Verse 1]
How much should it cost to sing a Happy Birthday song?
To learn tricks of wicked premise. Back to haunt you next to Plutus
Wrong doings of such won’t ever be resolved, but
Cooing as such won’t ever have it solved.
What better than to
Untarnish the servants and torture the gods?
Here, take a bag. Join in with the clergymen
Body it through the route. Laughing Pluto heard ya man
He hears what brought you here. The past of your band locked
You hit the skins, agreed to brush them. Rushed to make them bark
The barker hit them back, sounding rigid as a rock
You almost opted out, I held you. Barker ‘fused to swap
[Verse 2]
The barker left the room, you made a pact
The player stayed behind, you jammed
Your fate made it easy for you
Barker, player, close to Mayer. Say you’re just a fool
Any accident you play, stays like a ghoul
Art schools make it up to overrule any rules
Feel’s a fancy euphemism for lack of skill
Your worth is way too many acres and a tool
Prejudice is a whole other schpiel
It would take a lifetime to repay those you killed
Elagabalize those who lived. An amyelous
Evil you supposedly became, dans nos yeux
[Verse 3]
Set the scene, shaking hands with the curly locked
But such an act is not accepted as an afterthought
So you put a sheet over it, postponed by the suited cocks
Population oblivious of your claim on all your reels
Claim on your laurels. Thane of Abor Hills
You’re sandwiched in between two giants please have more to tell
Alleviate your trails, retrieve your empty frills
Did everything that didn’t help get out this morbid hell
You come to find that at the end of the line it’s not that worth it
Obviously. Heh. You wrote about it
You’re closer, so the pull gets stronger, we’re on an attic
What matters is the bag you’re clasping, you look flaccid
[Outro]
The burlap sack sags as if it’s laughing at your ass
Never thought you’d live it down. This bag is your many brags that you cast
It’s the opposite of many bad men who act mim or glad
Why’d you mask the actual man with a wall of empty swank
You ask yourself that as you ram the nagging weight
A flag of hate swaying supercilious above your head
Raised, it shows you have no ignominious souvenir
Racing to take it down, a deleterious distraction. There
Is a loosened bit of soil, oblivious as you are
Finally after years you tumble with the sack lifted from you
Where you landed familiar heavenly spirits there were two
Kids that used to belong to you
Dad?
How much should it cost to sing a Happy Birthday song?
To learn tricks of wicked premise. Back to haunt you next to Plutus
Wrong doings of such won’t ever be resolved, but
Cooing as such won’t ever have it solved.
What better than to
Untarnish the servants and torture the gods?
Here, take a bag. Join in with the clergymen
Body it through the route. Laughing Pluto heard ya man
He hears what brought you here. The past of your band locked
You hit the skins, agreed to brush them. Rushed to make them bark
The barker hit them back, sounding rigid as a rock
You almost opted out, I held you. Barker ‘fused to swap
[Verse 2]
The barker left the room, you made a pact
The player stayed behind, you jammed
Your fate made it easy for you
Barker, player, close to Mayer. Say you’re just a fool
Any accident you play, stays like a ghoul
Art schools make it up to overrule any rules
Feel’s a fancy euphemism for lack of skill
Your worth is way too many acres and a tool
Prejudice is a whole other schpiel
It would take a lifetime to repay those you killed
Elagabalize those who lived. An amyelous
Evil you supposedly became, dans nos yeux
[Verse 3]
Set the scene, shaking hands with the curly locked
But such an act is not accepted as an afterthought
So you put a sheet over it, postponed by the suited cocks
Population oblivious of your claim on all your reels
Claim on your laurels. Thane of Abor Hills
You’re sandwiched in between two giants please have more to tell
Alleviate your trails, retrieve your empty frills
Did everything that didn’t help get out this morbid hell
You come to find that at the end of the line it’s not that worth it
Obviously. Heh. You wrote about it
You’re closer, so the pull gets stronger, we’re on an attic
What matters is the bag you’re clasping, you look flaccid
[Outro]
The burlap sack sags as if it’s laughing at your ass
Never thought you’d live it down. This bag is your many brags that you cast
It’s the opposite of many bad men who act mim or glad
Why’d you mask the actual man with a wall of empty swank
You ask yourself that as you ram the nagging weight
A flag of hate swaying supercilious above your head
Raised, it shows you have no ignominious souvenir
Racing to take it down, a deleterious distraction. There
Is a loosened bit of soil, oblivious as you are
Finally after years you tumble with the sack lifted from you
Where you landed familiar heavenly spirits there were two
Kids that used to belong to you
Dad?