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 splendour
And feel those flywheels churn your blenderhead,
Tally up the gleaming ventured on a wishing well,
Each shining trinket 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 valour
And feel those flywheels churn you blenderhead
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 splendour
And feel those flywheels churn your blenderhead,
Tally up the gleaming ventured on a wishing well,
Each shining trinket 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 valour
And feel those flywheels churn you blenderhead