The right hand grips, the left hand slides The pennies drop,
The boxes glide It never stops She worked the line
Blind Folded, 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 omm Neon Flashing
Laser blade was scratching OBEY! 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 ommmm The pay was fine She
Worked the line She'd find her island in July and
Find a rock to sit on quietly humming OBEY