Lyrics
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, to hell
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, to hell
You are so obvious
