God Bless You Blood Lyrics

song lyrics God Bless You Blood Thirsty Zeppelins lyrics Bullhorn: "Save the falsetto valentines for the black ice cube toast, for the filth roast." Classified: You know she looks so clinique, but when you think she s asleep, we re watching from inside the pilots seat. Because unfortunately this Marylin Monroe is a secret Zeppelin whose sweat rains down napalm confetti on all black tie celebrations. Bullhorn: Tear out your carnivorous toupee for the afro fire, save your hors dovours for the boiling lobster choir. Classified: You know she looks so vulnerable in that snakeskin shawl, but we re watching through her cut out eye holes (because unfortunately this Marylin Monroe is a Secret Zepplin known towing a sign across the Coca-cola sky that reads S.S. Penetration) God Bless you Bloodthirsty Zeppelins! Technique: And now we re flying over the past and future butchered from out brains and left to rot. And now we re flying over the television towers plastering the air with the filthy film of prayer. We don t need a blueprint, we don t need a blue print the blue prints me, the blue prints you. Classified: We ll build our engines from hijacked hymans. Propellers churning in whispered fury. We ll pluck our bombs from the greased pouch of your presidents propighanda pupa louse. Message received: "Honey I ll be home late, from the office today, up to my neck in paperwork, yeah, my boss is such a jerk." Telephone wire: "Yeah she bought the story...there s a motel up the street... so show me your surrender face baby" Bullhorn: Unfortunately this Marylin Monroe is a secret Zeppelin set on a crash coarse with your cumshot museum with the blowjob bunny mansion. Technique: And now we re flying over factories manufacturing authentic ecstacy. And now we re flying over the swamp that brews the biggest smiles, cackling teeth in piles. And now we re flying over the globe derobed all the houses x-rayed all our thoughts exposed. And all the copyrighted memories in my head spill to the floor in a puddle of hungry lead. And while the traffic weaves human tapestry s we sing a chord to the frustriation symphony. Unfortunately this marylin monroe is a secret zepplin... song lyrics