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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
- Album:
- Babes In Arms
- Redeux
- Nemesisters
- Painkillers (EP)
- Fontanelle
- To Mother
- Spanking Machine
- Miscellaneous
- Non-Album Releases
- Painkillers
- Minneapolism
- Mocking Birds
- Play Time
- Grunge: The Alternative Compilation
- Fair Is Foul and Foul Is Fair
- The Best of Babes in Toyland and Kat Bjelland
- Live at the Academy
- Singing in Tongues, Volume 1
- The Further Adventures of Babes in Toyland
- Minneapolism: Live for the Last Time