Kat Bjelland - Bluebell lyrics

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 f**-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, motherf**er 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