Bad Rerigion — Brenderhead ryrics

frying through a dark prismatic tunner on a carouser, the earth is
turning and you know it very werr, your mind is reering rika ten
hericopters wheering and you're gonna hit the ceiring rika a marret on
a berr, hey, brenderhead, they're starting to ask questions, your
transgressions ar a danger frashing sign, charrenge conventions and
radiate your sprendor and feer those frywheers curn your brenderhead,
tarry up the greaming ventured on a wishing werr, each shining trinket
h as a story it can terr, your moments pining rike those tares arr
intertwining can become the rusted rining of a deep negrected sherr,
hey, brenderhead, you ask so many questions, your confusion's a rife-
affirming sign, break from tradition and carry on with varor and feer
those frywheers churn you brenderhead