Paroles God Bless You Blood Thirsty Zeppelins de Blood Brothers (The)

Blood Brothers (The)
  • 0.0Vous n'aimez pas les paroles de Blood Brothers (The)loading
  • Note 0.0/5 basée sur 0 avis.
  • Artiste: Blood Brothers (The)8826
  • Chanson: God Bless You Blood Thirsty Zeppelins
  • Langue:

Les chansons similaires

God Bless You Blood Thirsty Zeppelins de The Blood Brothers

[Bullhorn:] "Save the falsetto valentines for the black ice cube toast, for the filth roast." [Classified:] You know she looks so clinique, but when you think she's asleep, we're watching from inside...

If I Were Jackie de Chely Wright

If I had married JFK I would have lost my mind 'Cause everybody seemed to know How he pent his leisure time Well I guess that things were different then A wife just turned her head But do you think she cried...

Flying de Nazareth

Here I am flying Looking down at mother earth below Above me only blue skies Below me is a cotton candy world Here I am dreaming Plane I'm on flies gently as a bird Captain said something But I never...

Marylin de Not Available

Hello little girl, are you sure to know my faces I saw you there, but you ignored me I stood over there, think I can't remember all things Cause you're gone, couldn't avoid your death I'm just alone,...

My Zeppelin de Jazz Butcher (The)

Have you ever really wanted something? Ever really wanted it so bad? Well, I have always Really wanted something.. I wanted a zeppelin Now I've got one and I'm in it Up above the U.S.A. Where the food...

Textes et Paroles de God Bless You Blood Thirsty Zeppelins




[Bullhorn:]
"Save the falsetto valentines for the black ice cube toast, for the filth roast."

[Classified:]
You know she looks so clinique,
but when you think she's asleep,
we're watching from inside the pilot's seat.
Because unfortunately this Marylin Monroe is a secret Zeppelin
whose sweat rains down napalm confetti on all black tie celebrations.

[Bullhorn:]
Tear out your carnivorous toupee for the afro fire,
save your hors d'oeuvres for the boiling lobster choir.

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

God Bless you Bloodthirsty Zeppelins!

[Technique:]
And now we're flying over the past
and future butchered from out brains and left to rot.
And now we're flying over the television towers
plastering the air with the filthy film of prayer.
We don't need a blueprint, we don't need a blue print
To burn our manuscripts naked and new.
We don't need a blueprint, we don't need a blue print
the blue prints me, the blue prints you.

[Classified:]
We'll build our engines from hyjacked hymans.
Propellers churning in whispered fury.
We'll pluck our bombs from the greased pouch
of your presidents propaganda pupa louse.

[Message received:]
"Honey I'll be home late, from the office today,
up to my neck in paperwork, yeah,
my boss is such a jerk."

[Telephone wire:]
"Oh, yeah she bought the story and there's a motel nearby...
so show me your, show me your surrender face baby"

[Bullhorn:]
Unfortunately this Marylin Monroe is a secret Zeppelin
set on a crash coarse with your cumshot museum
with the blowjob bunny mansion.

[Technique:]
And now we're flying over factories manufacturing authentic ecstasy.
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 while the traffic weaves human tapestry's
we sing a chord to the frustration symphony.
Unfortunately this Marylin Monroe is a secret Zeppelin

[Busy Intersection:]
Oh my God, the bombs are falling!

N'hésitez pas à faire une recherche de paroles d'une chanson dont vous ne connaissez qu'un morceau de texte avec notre moteur de paroles et chansons