Songtekst:
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 SS 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 storythere'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
"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 SS 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 storythere'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
