Uniform Songtext / Lyric

See black, see yellow with little notebooks drawn
see grey stripes bowling down the street
Silver streakes and T–shirts so pecisely torn
strange foreing chaps in white bed – sheets
– Uniforms

See golden halo'd men high renown
prance to the politicians beat
Well – tailored in unswerving elegance
with shoes by Gucci on their feet
– Uniforms

How do you know the hell you are?
Wake up each day under a different star
Dressed to the nines, meet yourself going home
like a clone, smartly dressed in your pressed uniform

White battle dress on green pitch, proud eleven
Beneath the swelling box so neat
the teeming millions of the future fly –
the spinning cricket ball to cheat
They're all uniform