Flies through the air with the greatest disease
Takes little pills and calls them 'trapeze'
I know you're right, everything you do is right
Everything i do is true.
Bluebell
To hell
Lo and behold a girl with a goal
Looks so old she's made out of gold
I know you're right, everything you do is right
Everything i do is true.
I, i live in the densest corner
of the deepest mind
of the fuck-most room
and sing the stars they swing from their chandelier strings
(i know real love)
You know who you are
You're dead meat, motherfucker
You don't try to rape a goddess
Flys through the air with the greatest disease
Takes little pills and calls them 'trapeze'
I know you're right, everything you do is right
Everything I do is true
Bluebell
to hell
You are so obvious