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, blender head, they're starting to ask questions, your
transgressions are a danger flashing sign, challenge conventions and
radiate your splendor and feel those flywheels turn your blender...
head (yeah) tally up the gleaming 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 lining of a deep
neglected shell, hey, blender head, 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)
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