H.S. Songtext
von Tom Cardy

Now and then, we all get a thought that stops us in our track
Am I living to my full potential?
Or am I holding myself back?

You gotta stop with that shit ′cause you're p-p-perfect
Shake off that analysis paralysis (paralysis)
If you need some help to see
Take a lesson from space
They say Pluto′s not a planet
Do you think that Pluto gives a shit?

Pluto is not gonna quit
'Cause Pluto can take a hit
And Pluto knows what Pluto is
And Pluto knows that Pluto's


Hot shit
And you know Pluto knows it
"I won′t ever be a planet
It don′t matter 'cause I know that I′m still"
Hot shit
"And you're hot shit too, so get out of your brain
And just do what you′re supposed to do"
Hot shit

And you know Pluto knows it
Expect some fuckin' magic from the dwarf planet
Hot shit
"And you′re hot shit too, so get out of your way
And just do what you were born to do"

Before Pluto got wise and said "gosh dang it"
It's true Pluto was jealous of them big other planets
But did you know that Jupiter, the biggest by far
Was also jealous 'cause the dorks on earth called him a failed star?

The star that he was jealous of was called our sun
Who was herself consumed with thoughts that she would never become
A big black hole
She would constantly chase the dream to be so big
That she could eat time and space

A quadrillion miles away, a place the sun could not see
There sat a bad bitch suckin′ up reality
Who turned her gaze into the center of our galaxy
And said, "When I′m supermassive yeah, I'll be happy"


But the biggest, baddest, supermassive thing to exist
Spun in the middle of them all and said "I think I′m seein' shit"
"I′ve seen a perfect protostar
I've seen a triple quasar
But I′ve never seen a dwarf planet go this hard"

Hot shit
And you know Pluto knows it
"I don't need to be a planet 'cause I know that I′m still worth it baby"
Hot shit
"And you′re hot shit too, so stop doubting yourself
And just feel this cosmic groove"
Hot shit

And you know Pluto knows it
Expect some fuckin' naughty from this heavenly body, yeah
Hot shit
"And you′re hot shit too, so look up to the stars
The universe was made for you"

Now and then I get the thought that stops me in my tracks
Am I talking about space too much?
I should really try to cut back
I've gotta stop with that shit ′cause I'm p-p-perfect
Space is fucking cool and so are you
If you let me talk about space with you

Hot shit
And you know that I know it
I won′t ever be an astronaut
But I'm still hot like Halley's Comet
Hot shit
And you′re hot shit too, so let′s shoot for the stars
I'll bet we land on the moon (Hot shit)

Do you like my space metaphor? (Hot shit)
Would you like to know what I use it for?
To prove to you that you are hot shit, too
Now get out of my room and show this planet what hot shit do
Hot shit