Blenderhead - Bad Religion

Flying through a dark prismatic tunnel on a carousel, the earth is Turning and you know it very well, your mind is reeling lika ten

Helicopters wheeling and you’re gonna hit the ceiling lika a mallet on A bell, hey, blenderhead, they’re starting to ask questions, your

Transgressions ar a danger flashing sign, challenge conventions and

Radiate your splendor and feel those flywheels curn your blenderhead,

Tally up the gleaming ventured on a wishing well, each shining trinket

H 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 valor and feel

Those flywheels churn you blenderhead