What's inside a bedroom?
What's inside a kitchen?
The sweeping of the dead broom...
The disher washer machine
It's a heater with no fire
A home without a homo
A bed without a lier
The soul of Yoko Ono
If you think this is a robot's world
If you think there's nothing left to learn
It's all you need to know
The kiss of muma nature
The sign she doesn't hate you
But you've got dogma on your shoe soles
A fog across your eyeballs
Misdiagnose in screwballs
With the aid of dodgy bibles
And if you don't know where you're from
And if everything is going wrong
Come on
Who pretend to represent us
They take the food we need to feed us
And put it all in shopping centres
So do not heed the rich and famous
Nor their uninformed protectors
Their intention is to tame us in our sectors
So if you think you're all alone
So if you think that you are made of stone