See black, see yellow with little notebooks drawn See grey stripes bowling down the street Silver streaks and t-shirts so precisely torn Strange foreign chaps in white bed-sheets --- Uniforms
See golden halo’d men of high renown Prance to the politicians’ beat Well tailored in unswerving elegance With shoes by gucci on their feet --- Uniforms
How do you know who 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 uniformTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
