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

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

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

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

God Bless you 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 a blueprint, we don't need a blue print
the blue prints me, the prints you.

We'll build our engines from hymans.
churning in whispered fury.
We'll pluck our bombs from the greased
of your propighanda pupa louse.

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

Telephone
"Yeah she the story...there's a motel up the street...
so show me your face baby"

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

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