Luyện nghe bài hát God Bless You Blood Thirsty Zeppelins

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

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

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

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

God you Bloodthirsty Zeppelins!

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

We'll our engines from hijacked hymans.
churning in whispered fury.
We'll pluck our from the greased pouch
of your presidents propighanda louse.

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

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

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

And now flying over factories manufacturing authentic ecstacy.
And now we're flying over the
that brews the biggest smiles, teeth in piles.
And now we're flying the globe
derobed all the houses all our thoughts exposed.
And all the copyrighted in my head spill to the floor
in a puddle of lead.
And while the traffic human tapestry's
we sing a to the frustriation symphony.
this marylin monroe is a secret zepplin...