Uniform - Steven Wilson Remix

See black, see yellow, with little notebooks drawn
See crane stripes falling down the street
Silver streaks and t-shirts so precisely torn
Strange foreign chaps in white bedsheets
(Uniform, uniform)

See golden haloed men of high renown
Branched to the politician's beats
Well tailored in unswerving elegance
Wood shoes by Gucci on their feet
(Uniform, uniform)

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
Uniform, uniform

White battle dress on green pitch, proud 11
Beneath the swelling box of needs
And the teeming millions of the future fly
The spinning cricket ball, the cheese
(Uniform, uniform)

(So help me God!)