You gotta break—you gotta break some eggs an omelet to make But I only want—I only want the yolk, the white is the wake To get to the Bars, foot soldiers will fall How many will the battle cost? A cry to the sky—a world-weary “why?” This contest isn't won or lost You slip and you search these eyes For mercy or hope or lies That tell you this can't be true But you are the shoulder tap A tug on the hem, a slap ‘Cause I didn't come for you You gotta step—you gotta step on folks to get to the top A staircase made—a staircase made of flesh, a plentiful crop In any rescue-collateral damage No time to stop and sort ‘em out They aren't aware of the gift or the favor I'll take the number He allows You gotta break—you gotta break some eggs an omelet to make But who would've guessed—who would've guessed that it'd take Six billion eggs?