Lyrics:

The right hand grips, the left hand slides
The pennies drop, the boxes glide
It never stops. She worked the line
Blindfolded, pushed, a pirhouette
No thought, no joy, no regrets
A cigarette was hanging from a cord and
Every thousand boxes she'd suck her reward
And find her island
But the siren howled
The whip cracked
Anda pre-packed
Mountain pressed her neck
She'd switch to frantic, automatic
Clear the decks, turn on, tune in
Machine was humming, om
Neon, flashing
Laser blade was scratching
Turn on, tune in
Machine was humming, om
Neon, flashing
Laser blade was scratching

Obey!
Obey!
Obey!

No rest, no play, no time
No rest, no play, no time
She worked the line
The pay was fine
She'd find her island in July
And find a rock to sit on
Quietly humming; 'Om'
She worked the line
The pay was fine
She'd find her island in July
And find a rock to sit on
Quietly humming;

Obey!
Obey!
Obey! (Obey!)
Obey!
(Obey!)