Bluebell

Flies through the air with the greatest disease Takes little pills and calls them trapeze I know youre 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 shes made out of gold I know youre 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 Youre dead meat, motherfucker You dont try to rape a goddess Flys through the air with the greatest disease Takes little pills and calls them trapeze I know youre right, everything you do is right Everything I do is true Bluebell to hell You are so obvious