Uniforms (Corp D'Esprit) - Pete Townshend

I don’t matter, you don’t matter

Neither does this mindless clatter

It don’t matter where you’re from

What matters is your uniform

Wear your braces round your seat

Doctor Marten’s on your feet

Keep your bonnet very neat

For credibility on street

We are marching as to war

We won’t be obscure no more

In uniform, in 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 your norm

And 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

In uniform, in uniform

People think we 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 Bentley is

They feel so warm when they confirm

They say that nakedness is what our Lord intended

When we stand naked then we all appear the same

But it’s just faking it if we all try pretending

Are we just making all our prayers in the rain

Heaven knows I need new clothes

We are marching as to war

But we are really fighting for

Our uniform, our uniform

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 uniform I feel like a king

They say that nakedness is what our Lord intended

That we stand naked, then we all appear the same

But it’s just faking it if we all try pretending

Are we just making all our prayers in the rain

It seems insane

But heaven knows

It’s all the same

And I need new clothes