Save the falsetto

 Valentines for the black

 Black ice cube toast

 For the filth roast

 

 You know she looks so clinic

 But when you think she's asleep

 We're watching from inside the pilot's seat

 Unfortunately this Marylin Monroe is a secret Zeppelin

 Whose sweat rains down napalm confetti on all black tie celebrations

 

 Save your carnivorous toupee for the afro fire

 Save your hors d'oeuvre for the boiling lobster choir

 You know she looks so vulnerable wrapped in that snakeskin shawl

 We're watching through the cut out and the cut out eye holes

 

 And now we're flying over (God) the past and future butchered (My)

 From out brains and left to rot (Those bloodthirsty zeppelins)

 And now we're flying over (God) the television towers (My)

 Plastering the air with the filthy film of prayer (Those bloodthirsty zeppelins)

 

 We don't need a blueprint, we don't need a blue print

 The brutal manuscript, I got it now

 We don't need a blueprint, we don't need a blue print

 The blue prints me, the blue prints you

 

 Oh my god (The bombs, the bombs) They're falling 

 Oh my god (The bombs, the bombs) They're falling 

 Oh my god (The bombs, the bombs) They're falling 

 Oh my god (The bombs, the bombs) 

 

 We'll build our engines from hijacked hymens (Oh yeah)

 Propellers churning in whispered fury (Oh yeah)

 We'll pluck our bombs from the greased pouch of (Oh yeah)

 Your president's propaganda pupa louse (Oh yeah, oh yeah)

 

 Honey I'll be home late, from the office today

 Up to my neck in paperwork, yeah

 My boss is such a jerk

 

 Oh yeah she bought the story

 And there's a motel nearby

 So show me, yeah, show me your surrender face baby

 

 Unfortunately this Marylin Monroe is a secret Zeppelin

 Set on a crash course with your cumshot museum

 With the blowjob bunny mansion

 

 And now we're flying over (God) the past and future butchered (My)

 From out brains and left to rot (Those bloodthirsty zeppelins)

 And now we're flying over the television towers

 Plastering the air with the filthy film of prayer (Those bloodthirsty zeppelins)

 We don't need a blueprint (Yeah), we don't need a blue print (Yeah)

 The blue prints me, the blueprints you

 

 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 as the traffic weaves human tapestrys

 We sing a chord to the frustriation symphony

 Unfortunately this Marylin

 

 We'll build our engines from hijacked hymens (Oh yeah)

 Propellers churning in whispered fury (Oh yeah)

 We'll pluck our bombs from the greased pouch of (Oh yeah)

 Your president's propaganda pupa louse (Oh yeah, oh yeah)

 

 Oh my God, the bombs, the bombs are falling

 Oh my God, the bombs, the bombs are falling

 Oh my God, the bombs, the bombs are falling

 Oh my God, the bombs, the bombs are falling

 (God bless those bloodthirsty zeppelins)