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.



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



You are so obvious