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 splendor

  And 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 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 blender... head (yeah)


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