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Blood Brothers, The lyrics
Blood Brothers, The lyrics
"God Bless You, Blood Thirsty Zeppelins Lyrics"
Getting Used To Losing You Lyrics
Getting used to losing you is not an easy thing to do For anyone can see I'm missing you I still hurt the same old way and it grows worse day by day For I lie each time I say I'm getting used to losing you. I walk down the same old street meeting friends we used to meet Trying not to let them know that I'm so blue But I'm a
Getting used to losing you is not an easy thing to do For anyone can see I'm missing you I still hurt the same old way and it grows worse day by day For I lie each time I say I'm getting used to losing you. I walk down the same old street meeting friends we used to meet Trying not to let them know that I'm so blue But I'm a
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 pilots 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'dovours for the boiling lobster choir.
Classified:
You know she looks so vulnerable in that snakesk
Door Jou Lyrics
Ik had alles voor elkaar 't Hele boek was uit en ik was klaar Toen liep jij m'n leven in Min werd plus en plus werd min Door jou Staat heel m'n leven op z'n kop En zonder jou kom ik er nooit meer bovenop Ik ken mezelf niet meer E niets is nog vertrouwd Dat komt allemaal Door jou St
in shawl,Ik had alles voor elkaar 't Hele boek was uit en ik was klaar Toen liep jij m'n leven in Min werd plus en plus werd min Door jou Staat heel m'n leven op z'n kop En zonder jou kom ik er nooit meer bovenop Ik ken mezelf niet meer E niets is nog vertrouwd Dat komt allemaal Door jou St
but we're watching through her cut out eye holes
(because unfortunately this Marylin Monroe is a Secret Zepplin
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
the blue prints me, the blue prints you.
Classified:
I got a girl her name's francine finest thing ya ever seen and I love her she's all that I wont and I need her she's all that I need francine don't ask me why do you love me you make me cry and I love her she's all that I want and I need her she's all that I need if I call her and I act so mean I'm going back in the pen
We'll build our engines from hijacked hymans.
Propellers churning in whispered fury.
We'll pluck our bombs from the greased pouch
of your presidents propighanda 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:
"Yeah she bought the story...there's a motel up the street...
so show me your surrender face baby"
Bullhorn:
Unfortunately this Marylin Monroe is a secret Zeppelin
set on a crash c
Our First Day Together Lyrics
Our first day together Was after we'd been close in dreams Was after we'd shared hell and heaven And all the places in-between And all the places in-between After we'd spent nights together And breathed secrets without words After we'd made promises That could but might not have been heardoarse with your cumshot museum
with the blowjob bunny mansion.
Technique:
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 while the traffic weaves human tapestry's
we sing a chord to the frustriation symphony.
Unfortunately this marylin monroe is a secret zepplin...
Our first day together Was after we'd been close in dreams Was after we'd shared hell and heaven And all the places in-between And all the places in-between After we'd spent nights together And breathed secrets without words After we'd made promises That could but might not have been heard
with the blowjob bunny mansion.
Technique:
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 while the traffic weaves human tapestry's
we sing a chord to the frustriation symphony.
Unfortunately this marylin monroe is a secret zepplin...