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) 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 (to) to hell, to hell
Who? Right! Uh
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
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) to hell
