Text: Babes in Toyland. Bluebell.

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

Bluebell to hell

I want to live in the smallest corner
In the densest mind in 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

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
You are so obvious