Ode to Obedience Lyrics

Swung wide with a key so crudely wrought

Hung high to be seen for miles along

How wise to refuse the rite of rot

Such pride to assume you won't get caught

But time will tell you

Obedience is worth its wait in gold

Cling to the coattails as the structure folds

Submissive to the will that casts the die

Oh what a vision I would never drop my eye

One decision with a quickly diving stock

Turn on the tide and be dashed against the rocks

I bow to the hand that plants the seed

Do all the dishes for the hand that feeds

Swung wide with a key so crudely wrought

Hung high to be seen for miles along

How wise to refuse the rite of rot

Such pride to assume you won't get caught

But time will tell you

Obedience is worth its wait in gold

Cling to the coattails as the structure folds

Submissive to the will that casts the die

Oh what a vision I would never drop my eye

One decision with a quickly diving stock

Turn on the tide and be dashed against the rocks

I bow to the hand that plants the seed

Do all the dishes for the hand that feeds