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 .....