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 splendour
And feel those flywheels churn your blenderhead,

Tally up the gleaming ventured on a wishing well,
Each shining trinket 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 valour
And feel those flywheels churn you blenderhead