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"Save the falsetto for the black ice cube toast, for the filth roast."

You know she so clinique,
but you think she's asleep,
we're from inside the pilots seat.
Because unfortunately this Marylin is a secret Zeppelin
whose sweat down napalm confetti on all black tie celebrations.

Tear out your carnivorous toupee for the fire,
save your hors'dovours for the lobster choir.

You know she looks so vulnerable in that shawl,
but we're watching through her cut out eye
(because unfortunately this Marylin Monroe is a Zepplin
known towing a sign across the sky that reads S.S. Penetration)

God you Bloodthirsty Zeppelins!

And now we're flying over the
and future butchered out brains and left to rot.
And now we're flying the television towers
plastering the air with the film of prayer.
We don't need a blueprint, we don't need a print
the blue prints me, the prints you.

We'll our engines from hijacked hymans.
Propellers in whispered fury.
We'll pluck our bombs from the pouch
of your presidents pupa louse.

Message
"Honey I'll be late, from the office today,
up to my in paperwork, yeah,
my is such a jerk."

wire:
"Yeah she bought the story...there's a up the street...
so show me your surrender baby"

Unfortunately this Marylin is a secret Zeppelin
set on a crash coarse with cumshot museum
with the blowjob mansion.

And now we're flying over factories authentic ecstacy.
And now we're flying the swamp
brews the biggest smiles, cackling teeth in piles.
And now we're flying over the
all the houses x-rayed all our thoughts exposed.
And all the copyrighted memories in my head spill to the
in a of hungry lead.
And while the traffic weaves human
we sing a to the frustriation symphony.
Unfortunately this monroe is a secret zepplin...