Bluebell

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

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 motherfucker

You don't try to rape a goddess

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

You are so obvious