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   Come on check your belly button   If you think there's nothing left to learn   It's all you need to know   Your belly button is your lifeline to the species   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   Come on check your belly button   And if everything is going wrong   Come on   Your belly button never lies unlike our leaders   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   Come on check your belly button   So if you think that you are made of stone   Come on check your belly button