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 (blue...)
To hell.. (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.

Bluebell (blue...)
To hell..(to hell...)

I, i live in the smallest corner
of the densest 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 (blue...)
to hell (to hell...)

You are so obvious