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 (blue...)   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 (blue...)   To hell..(to hell...)      I, i live in the smallest corner   of the densest 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 (blue...)   to hell (to hell...)      You are so obvious