Bluebell

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
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 to hell
I want to live in the smallest corner
in the densest mind in the fuckmost room
and sing "the stars they swing from
their chandelier strings"
I know real love
you know who you are
you're deadmeat motherfuc***
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