All this woe, in perfect working order All this love, in perfect working order All this beat Order Melody in a particular Order Order No wonder you find it hard, you were being ridden No wonder you find it hard to rise up, you were being riddled Under sixty-two moons, hidden only by the distance There's nothing much else to do, but revel like an infant at the order Order Order Yeah, order If you want to rise up as sweet angels do Rid all this trouble over her The answers aren't going propose to you But all of this trouble over her All this trouble over the girl Ahh! ♪ No wonder I find it hard, bathing in the system Well, no wonder I find it hard, I'm warm and mended my baptism Oh, there's nothing much else to do but Sh! Nothing much else to do but give up trying to hide it Order Yeah, order Order Yeah, order There will be no one that will keep me still I never felt I was born in God's graces There will be no one that will keep me still I never felt I was born in God's graces