Luyện nghe bài hát God Bless You Blood Thirsty Zeppelins

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

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

Tear out your carnivorous for the afro fire,
save your for the boiling lobster choir.

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

God Bless you Zeppelins!

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

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

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

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

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

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