Flies through the air with the greatest diseaseTakes little pills and calls them 'trapeze'I know you're right, everything you do is rightEverything i do is true.BluebellTo hellLo and behold a girl with a goalLooks so old she's made out of goldI know you're right, everything you do is rightEverything i do is true.I, i live in the densest cornerof the deepest mindof the fuck-most roomand sing "the stars they swing from their chandelier strings" (i know real love)You know who you areYou're dead meat, motherfuckerYou don't try to rape a goddessFlys 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