Pluto

Sisters of Mercy-
I'm afraid we're gonna have to go over your head
Cheap plastics, elastics;
We smoke at least a pack a day

Every song is a Schweppes commercial;
All the kids charge over the hill
I take my parents for granted
I fear I've had my fill

Hey! Wait!
You rock it, we rock it!
You want it, we got it!

And the father of the bride
Almost laughed and almost cried
When he heard the crazy way
That his son-in-law had died
Everyone is going to sneak out
The escape pods don't make a sound
Everyone takes off from the ground

Plug it in
Turn it on
Charge it up
Let it fly