God Bless You Blood Thirsty Zeppelins Lyrics - The Blood Brothers

(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) 

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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 hyjacked 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." 

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(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 zeppelin...