Momus - Little lord obedience

^AmFaceless when he docks, ^Cfaceless when he's ^Dmlost at ^Amsea ^EmThe ocean is green^C, admission is free ^Dm Only ^Amhere, here at the ^Dmsource There are ^Amfingernails and ^Dmhair to ^Amspare ^{Dm Am} But when the ^Dorder comes to go and the sirens ^Gblow^D And the hair goes ^Emgrey He obeys, he ^Dobeys

Away in a ^F#mmanger, no crib for a ^Bmbed Little Lord O^Dbedience Lays ^Gdown his sweet, en^Etirely sexless ^Ahead ^DChrist found the source of the ^F#mBible And ^BmLivingstone the source of the ^ANile But the ^Gsailor and his ^Emamazon Find the ^Gsource of the ^Achild ^A#In the dock of the ^Cbaby The re^Amsort where strangers ^A#liaise The ^Cport in every ^Agirl where the sailor o^Ambeys

^AmNaked when he docks, ^Cnaked when he's ^Dmlost at ^Amsea ^EmThere he loses his ^Cstripes, there he loses his ^Dmbody Only ^Amhere, here at the ^Dmsource The ^Amfashionable ^Dmdress is ^Amflesh ^{Dm Am} But when the ^Dorder comes to go and the sirens ^Gblow^D And the flesh ^Emdecays He obeys, he ^Dobeys

Away in a ^F#mmanger, no crib for a ^Bmbed Little Lord O^Dbedience Lays ^Gdown his sweet, en^Etirely sexless ^Ahead ^DChrist found the source of the ^F#mBible And ^BmLivingstone the source of the ^ANile But the ^Gsailor and his ^Emamazon Find the ^Gsource of the ^Achild ^A#In the dock of the ^Cbaby The re^Amsort where strangers ^A#liaise The ^Cport in every ^Agirl where the sailor o^Ambeys

^AmNo one when he docks, ^Cno one when he's ^Dmlost at ^Amsea The ^Emwaves dissolve his ^Cfrown, they solve his puzzled face ^Dmaway Only ^Amhere, here at the ^Dmsource No one ^Amcomes without ^Dmleaving someone ^Amelse ^{Dm Am} But when the ^Dorder sounds to go and the sirens ^Gblow^D And they lower the ^Emgangway We obey, we ^Dobey

Away in a ^F#mmanger, no crib for a ^Bmbed Little Lord O^Dbedience Lays ^Gdown his sweet, en^Etirely sexless ^Ahead ^DChrist found the source of the ^F#mBible And ^BmLivingstone the source of the ^ANile But the ^Gsailor and his ^Emamazon Find the ^Gsource of the ^Achild ^A#In the dock of the ^Cbaby The re^Amsort where strangers ^A#liaise The ^Cport in every ^Agirl where the sailor o^Ambeys

Away in a ^F#mmanger, no crib for a ^Bmbed Little Lord O^Dbedience Lays ^Gdown his sweet, en^Etirely sexless ^Ahead ^DChrist found the source of the ^F#mBible And ^BmLivingstone the source of the ^ANile But the ^Gsailor and his ^Emamazon Find the ^Gsource ... ^A