Blenderhead

Flying through a dark prismatic tunnel on a carousel, The earth is turning and you know it very well, Your mind is reeling like ten helicopters wheeling And you're gonna hit the ceiling like a mallet on a bell, Hey, blenderhead, They're starting to ask questions, Your transgressions are a danger flashing sign, Challenge conventions and radiate your splendour And feel those flywheels churn your blenderhead, Tally up the gleaming ventured on a wishing well, Each shining trinket as a story it can tell, Your moments pining like those tales all intertwining Can become the rusted lining of a deep neglected shell, Hey, blenderhead, you ask so many questions, Your confusion's a life-affirming sign, Break from tradition and carry on with valour And feel those flywheels churn you blenderhead --- Blenderhead - Bad Religion