Blenderhead (Bad Religion)

Flyin' through a dark prismatic tunnel on a carousel The earth is turnin' and you know it very well Your mind is reeling like ten helicopters wheelin' And you're gonna hit the ceilin' like a mallet on a bell Hey, blenderhead They're starting to ask questions Your transgressions a danger flashing sign Challenge conventions and radiate your splendor And feel those flywheels churn your blender Head, yeah Tally up the gleaming blender ventured on a wishing well Each shining trinket has a story it can tell Your moments pining like those tales all intertwining Can become the rusted linin' 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 valor And feel those flywheels churn your blender Head, yeah