Robin Black - Uniform lyrics

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 uniform