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 ventured in a wishing well
each shining trinket has a story it can tell
your moments pining like those tales all
intertwining can [bad word] [bad word] 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