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, 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