Lyrics:

Flys through the air with the greatest diseaseTakes little pills and calls them trapezeI know you're rightEverything you do is rightEverything I do is trueBluebell to hellLo and behold a girl with a goalLooks so old she's made out of goldI know you're rightEverything you do is rightEverything I do is trueBluebell to hellI want to live in the smallest cornerIn the densest mind in the fuckmost roomand sing 'The stars they swing from their chandelier strings'I know real loveYou know who you areYou're deadmeat motherfuckerYou don't try to rape a goddessFlys through the air with the greatest diseaseTakes little pills and calls them trapezeI know you're rightEverything you do is rightEverything I do is trueBluebell to hellYou are so obvious

Babes In Toyland Bluebell