Little Lord Obedience Lyrics
| Song | Little Lord Obedience |
| Artist | Momus |
| Album | Circus Maximus |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Currie | |
| Faceless when he docks, faceless when he's lost at sea | |
| The ocean is green, admission is free | |
| Only here, here at the source | |
| There are fingernails and hair to spare | |
| But when the order comes to go and the sirens blow | |
| And the hair goes grey | |
| He obeys, he obeys | |
| Away in a manger, no crib for a bed | |
| Little Lord Obedience | |
| Lays down his sweet, entirely sexless head | |
| Christ found the source of the Bible | |
| And Livingstone the source of the Nile | |
| But the sailor and his amazon | |
| Find the source of the child | |
| In the dock of the baby | |
| The resort where strangers liaise | |
| The port in every girl where the sailor obeys | |
| Naked when he docks, naked when he's lost at sea | |
| There he loses his stripes, there he loses his body | |
| Only here, here at the source | |
| The fashionable dress is flesh | |
| But when the order comes to go and the sirens blow | |
| And the flesh decays | |
| He obeys, he obeys | |
| Away in a manger, no crib for a bed | |
| Little Lord Obedience | |
| Lays down his sweet, entirely sexless head | |
| Christ found the source of the Bible | |
| And Livingstone the source of the Nile | |
| But the sailor and his amazon | |
| Find the source of the child | |
| In the dock of the baby | |
| The resort where strangers liaise | |
| The port in every girl where the sailor obeys | |
| No-one when he docks, no-one when he's lost at sea | |
| The waves dissolve his frown, they solve his puzzled face away | |
| Only here, here at the source | |
| No-one comes without leaving someone else | |
| But when the order sounds to go and the sirens blow | |
| And they lower the gangway | |
| We obey, we obey | |
| Away in a manger, no crib for a bed | |
| Little Lord Obedience | |
| Lays down our sweet, entirely sexless heads | |
| Christ found the source of the Bible | |
| And Livingstone the source of the Nile | |
| But the sailor and his amazon | |
| Find the source of the child | |
| In the dock of the baby | |
| The resort where strangers liaise | |
| The port in every girl where the sailor obeys | |
| Away in a manger, no crib for a bed | |
| Little Lord Obedience | |
| Lays down our sweet, entirely sexless heads | |
| Christ found the source of the Bible | |
| And Livingstone the source of the Nile | |
| But the sailor and his amazon | |
| Find the source ..... |
| zuo ci : Currie | |
| Faceless when he docks, faceless when he' s lost at sea | |
| The ocean is green, admission is free | |
| Only here, here at the source | |
| There are fingernails and hair to spare | |
| But when the order comes to go and the sirens blow | |
| And the hair goes grey | |
| He obeys, he obeys | |
| Away in a manger, no crib for a bed | |
| Little Lord Obedience | |
| Lays down his sweet, entirely sexless head | |
| Christ found the source of the Bible | |
| And Livingstone the source of the Nile | |
| But the sailor and his amazon | |
| Find the source of the child | |
| In the dock of the baby | |
| The resort where strangers liaise | |
| The port in every girl where the sailor obeys | |
| Naked when he docks, naked when he' s lost at sea | |
| There he loses his stripes, there he loses his body | |
| Only here, here at the source | |
| The fashionable dress is flesh | |
| But when the order comes to go and the sirens blow | |
| And the flesh decays | |
| He obeys, he obeys | |
| Away in a manger, no crib for a bed | |
| Little Lord Obedience | |
| Lays down his sweet, entirely sexless head | |
| Christ found the source of the Bible | |
| And Livingstone the source of the Nile | |
| But the sailor and his amazon | |
| Find the source of the child | |
| In the dock of the baby | |
| The resort where strangers liaise | |
| The port in every girl where the sailor obeys | |
| Noone when he docks, noone when he' s lost at sea | |
| The waves dissolve his frown, they solve his puzzled face away | |
| Only here, here at the source | |
| Noone comes without leaving someone else | |
| But when the order sounds to go and the sirens blow | |
| And they lower the gangway | |
| We obey, we obey | |
| Away in a manger, no crib for a bed | |
| Little Lord Obedience | |
| Lays down our sweet, entirely sexless heads | |
| Christ found the source of the Bible | |
| And Livingstone the source of the Nile | |
| But the sailor and his amazon | |
| Find the source of the child | |
| In the dock of the baby | |
| The resort where strangers liaise | |
| The port in every girl where the sailor obeys | |
| Away in a manger, no crib for a bed | |
| Little Lord Obedience | |
| Lays down our sweet, entirely sexless heads | |
| Christ found the source of the Bible | |
| And Livingstone the source of the Nile | |
| But the sailor and his amazon | |
| Find the source ..... |
| zuò cí : Currie | |
| Faceless when he docks, faceless when he' s lost at sea | |
| The ocean is green, admission is free | |
| Only here, here at the source | |
| There are fingernails and hair to spare | |
| But when the order comes to go and the sirens blow | |
| And the hair goes grey | |
| He obeys, he obeys | |
| Away in a manger, no crib for a bed | |
| Little Lord Obedience | |
| Lays down his sweet, entirely sexless head | |
| Christ found the source of the Bible | |
| And Livingstone the source of the Nile | |
| But the sailor and his amazon | |
| Find the source of the child | |
| In the dock of the baby | |
| The resort where strangers liaise | |
| The port in every girl where the sailor obeys | |
| Naked when he docks, naked when he' s lost at sea | |
| There he loses his stripes, there he loses his body | |
| Only here, here at the source | |
| The fashionable dress is flesh | |
| But when the order comes to go and the sirens blow | |
| And the flesh decays | |
| He obeys, he obeys | |
| Away in a manger, no crib for a bed | |
| Little Lord Obedience | |
| Lays down his sweet, entirely sexless head | |
| Christ found the source of the Bible | |
| And Livingstone the source of the Nile | |
| But the sailor and his amazon | |
| Find the source of the child | |
| In the dock of the baby | |
| The resort where strangers liaise | |
| The port in every girl where the sailor obeys | |
| Noone when he docks, noone when he' s lost at sea | |
| The waves dissolve his frown, they solve his puzzled face away | |
| Only here, here at the source | |
| Noone comes without leaving someone else | |
| But when the order sounds to go and the sirens blow | |
| And they lower the gangway | |
| We obey, we obey | |
| Away in a manger, no crib for a bed | |
| Little Lord Obedience | |
| Lays down our sweet, entirely sexless heads | |
| Christ found the source of the Bible | |
| And Livingstone the source of the Nile | |
| But the sailor and his amazon | |
| Find the source of the child | |
| In the dock of the baby | |
| The resort where strangers liaise | |
| The port in every girl where the sailor obeys | |
| Away in a manger, no crib for a bed | |
| Little Lord Obedience | |
| Lays down our sweet, entirely sexless heads | |
| Christ found the source of the Bible | |
| And Livingstone the source of the Nile | |
| But the sailor and his amazon | |
| Find the source ..... |
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