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
https://primoaccordo.net/bad-religion/blenderhead.htm