歌曲 | Blenderhead |
歌手 | Bad Religion |
专辑 | Against the Grain |
下载 | 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 |