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Flyin' through a dark prismatic tunnel on a carousel
The earth is turnin' and you know it very well
Your mind is reeling like ten helicopters wheelin'
And you're gonna hit the ceilin' like a mallet on a bell
Hey, blenderhead
They're starting to ask questions
Your transgressions a danger flashing sign
Challenge conventions and radiate your splendor
And feel those flywheels churn your blender
Head, yeah
Tally up the gleaming blender ventured on a wishing well
Each shining trinket has a story it can tell
Your moments pining like those tales all intertwining
Can become the rusted linin' 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
- Album:
- True North
- Christmas Songs
- The Dissent Of Man
- New Maps Of Hell
- Empire Strikes First
- Process Of Belief
- The Process Of Belief
- New America
- No Substance
- Tested (Live)
- The Gray Race
- All Ages
- Stranger Than Fiction
- Recipe For Hate
- 80-85
- Against The Grain
- No Control
- Suffer
- Into the Unknown
- Miscellaneous