Blenderhead Lyrics
| Song | Blenderhead |
| Artist | Bad Religion |
| Album | Against the Grain |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Gurewitz, Mr. Brett | |
| 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 |
| zuo ci : Gurewitz, Mr. Brett | |
| 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 |
| zuò cí : Gurewitz, Mr. Brett | |
| 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 |
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