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)
