If I'm the shell and hey it's easter   Crack me open and watch my yolk   Splutter out into your arms   Or at least it would if you had your arms open      For now I'll watch my yellow pity   Spill onto the spare room floor   And place my ass in the centre of this cup   I'll watch you aim - shoot      Street lamps have heated my stomach up   Way too much and the night air has   Inflated my head    Way above...   Anything... Else      ...Before is that what they said   Is that what they think    Or is that what they all know?   Of course, full of gas so I can fly away      Translucent agenda's and late night hotels   Bedroom floors oh bedroom floors   Toilet bowls my second home      The sun is only talking to me   When my mouth is dry and tied shut   Wrap me up in telephone wires   Disconnect me hormones I'll be right back