See black, see yellow with little notebooks drawn
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See grey stripes bowling down the street
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Silver streaks and T-shirts so precisely torn
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Strange foreign chaps in white bed-sheets ---
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Uniforms
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See golden halo'd men of high renown
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prance to the politicians' beat
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Well tailored in unswerving elegance
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with shoes by Gucci on their feet ---
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Uniforms
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How do you know who the hell you are?
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Wake up each day under a different star
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Dressed to the nines, meet yourself going home
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like a clone, smartly dressed in your pressed uniform
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White battle dress on green pitch, proud eleven
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Beneath the swelling box so neat
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the teeming millions of the future fly ---
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the spinning cricket ball to cheat
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They're all uniform
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Uniform
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| Jethro Tull |
