Bad Religion

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 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 splendor and feel those fly-
wheels churn your blenderhead, 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 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
valor and feel those flywheels churn your blenderhead