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
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
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 hell
you are so obvious