Bluebell

Flys through the air with the greatest disease<br>Takes little pills and calls them trapeze<br>I know you`re right<br>Everything you do is right<br>Everything I do is true<br>Bluebell to hell<br>Lo and behold a girl with a goal<br>Looks so old she`s made out of gold<br>I want to live in the smallest corner of the densest mind of the<br>fuckmost room and sing the stars they swing from the chandelier strings.<br>You know who you are<br>You`re dead meat motherfucker<br>You don`t try to rape a goddess<br>You are so obvious