Blenderhead

Blenderhead

Bad Religion
(album: Against The Grain)

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 churn your blenderhead, yeah

Tally up the gleaming ventured on a wishing well
Each shining trinket has a story it can tell
Your moment´s 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, yeah