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Pete Townshend - Uniforms (Corp d'Esprit) lyrics
I don't matter you don't matter Neither does this mindless clatter It doesn't matter where you're from What matters is your uniform Wear your braces round your seat Doctor Martens on your feet Keep your barnet very neat For credibility on street We are marching as to war We won't be obscure no more But we're really fighting for our uniform - our uniform I am really living life inside a jar - I'm all alone So I feel forgiven if I'm under par - a fallen clone Only in the river can I claim a star to call my own I'm newly born, In uniform I'm up on the throne. I am frightened, you are frightened Should we get our trousers tightened? Where in Brighton is the norm Who wears enlightened uniform? On my Parka is some band I don't really understand Perry is my guiding hand Scooter polo sweeps the land We are marching as to war We won't be obscure no more But we're really fighting for our uniform - our uniform They say that nakedness is what our Lord intended When we stand naked then we all appear the same But it's just faking if we all try pretending Are we just making all our prayers in the rain It seems insane, but heaven knows I need knew clothes. People think we all dress alike to segregate identities Pills or drink or puffing pipes in integrated entities Then they wink and snort their line and say how great their Bently is They feel so warm when they conform.... When I contemplate my future I go numb, don't feel a thing I don't overrate my suitors number one, I always sing But the State and their computers make me run for comfort in My uniform. In uniformm I feel like a king |
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