Bad Religion - Blenderhead Lyrics
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 wheelingAnd youre gonna hit the ceiling like a mallet on a bell,Hey, blenderhead, theyre starting to ask questions,Your transgressions are a danger flashing sign,Challenge conventions and radiate your splendorAnd feel those flywheels turn your blender... head (yeah)Tally up the gleaming ventured on a wishing well,Each shining trinket has a story it can tell,Your moments pining like those tales all intertwiningCan become the rusted lining of a deep neglected shell,Hey, blenderhead, you ask so many questions,Your confusions a life-affirming sign,Break from tradition and carry on with valorAnd feel those flywheels churn your blender... head (yeah)