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 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 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 valor And feel those flywheels churn your blenderhead