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 churn on your blender... HEAD (yeah)!



Tally up the gleaming ventured in 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)!