Blenderhead – Bad Religion

turning and you know it very well, your mind is reeling lika ten
helicopters wheeling and you’re gonna hit the ceiling lika a mallet on
a bell, hey, blenderhead, they’re starting to ask questions, your
transgressions ar a danger flashing sign, challenge conventions and
radiate your splendor and feel those flywheels curn your blenderhead,
tally up the gleaming ventured on a wishing well, each shining trinket
h as a story it can tell, your moments pining like those tales all


Lyric Blenderhead – Bad Religion