God Bless You, Blood Thirsty Zeppelins

歌詞

Save the falsetto Valentines for the black Black ice cube toast For the filth roast You know she looks so clinic But when you think she's asleep We're watching from inside the pilot's seat Unfortunately this Marylin Monroe is a secret Zeppelin Whose sweat rains down napalm confetti on all black tie celebrations Save your carnivorous toupee for the afro fire Save your hors d'oeuvre for the boiling lobster choir You know she looks so vulnerable wrapped in that snakeskin shawl We're watching through the cut out and the cut out eye holes And now we're flying over (God) the past and future butchered (My) From out brains and left to rot (Those bloodthirsty zeppelins) And now we're flying over (God) the television towers (My) Plastering the air with the filthy film of prayer (Those bloodthirsty zeppelins) We don't need a blueprint, we don't need a blue print The brutal manuscript, I got it now We don't need a blueprint, we don't need a blue print The blue prints me, the blue prints you Oh my god (The bombs, the bombs) They're falling Oh my god (The bombs, the bombs) They're falling Oh my god (The bombs, the bombs) They're falling Oh my god (The bombs, the bombs) We'll build our engines from hijacked hymens (Oh yeah) Propellers churning in whispered fury (Oh yeah) We'll pluck our bombs from the greased pouch of (Oh yeah) Your president's propaganda pupa louse (Oh yeah, oh yeah) Honey I'll be home late, from the office today Up to my neck in paperwork, yeah My boss is such a jerk Oh yeah she bought the story And there's a motel nearby So show me, yeah, show me your surrender face baby Unfortunately this Marylin Monroe is a secret Zeppelin Set on a crash course with your cumshot museum With the blowjob bunny mansion And now we're flying over (God) the past and future butchered (My) From out brains and left to rot (Those bloodthirsty zeppelins) And now we're flying over the television towers Plastering the air with the filthy film of prayer (Those bloodthirsty zeppelins) We don't need a blueprint (Yeah), we don't need a blue print (Yeah) The blue prints me, the blueprints you 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 as the traffic weaves human tapestrys We sing a chord to the frustriation symphony Unfortunately this Marylin We'll build our engines from hijacked hymens (Oh yeah) Propellers churning in whispered fury (Oh yeah) We'll pluck our bombs from the greased pouch of (Oh yeah) Your president's propaganda pupa louse (Oh yeah, oh yeah) Oh my God, the bombs, the bombs are falling Oh my God, the bombs, the bombs are falling Oh my God, the bombs, the bombs are falling Oh my God, the bombs, the bombs are falling (God bless those bloodthirsty zeppelins)