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 blenderhead Tally up the gleaming tender 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 valour And feel those flywheels churn you blenderhead