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, 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 wanna live in the smallest corner

Of the densest mind

Of the fuckmost room

And sing "The stars they swing from their chandelier strings"

You know who you are

You're dead meat, motherfucker

You don't try to rape a goddess

Flies through the air with the greatest disease

Take 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