• Lyrics: play full screen play karaoke
• Uniform - Jethro Tull
• Uniform - Icehouse
• Uniform - Artillery
• Uniform - F-Minus
• Uniform - Shandon
• Uniform - BLOC PARTY.
• Uniformy - Visaci Zamek
• Uniform - Inspiral Carpets
• Uniform - Joey Cape
• Uniform - Private Line
• Uniform - D-sailors

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

Well you want
to be in the gang
and you've got
got to join the team
to be on the team
you must play to win
you play to win
you may not make it home
up the hill, down again
you're the one
every body wears a badge
uniform
soldier boys!
we've got plans for you
a brand new game
we call it "mass control"
when you grow up
it's not so obvious
dirt on your face
holding your broken toys
up the hill, down again
you're the one
everybody wears a badge

Screaming through the night you wake up from your nightmare
To face the frightening fact that everything is true
Something in the dark waiting for you to move
Then suddenly it strikes and you are lost forevermore
You don't know who's your friends --
You don't know where to turn
Just learn to shut your mouth and don't make waves
It's hiding everywhere -- could be your neighbour
Who keeps the country clean so face the facts or it's goodbye
Uniform -- public servant number one -- uniform
Uniform -- playing with his daddy's gun
Uniform -- public servant number one -- uniform
Uniform -- playing with his daddy's gun
Life can be a bitch if you don't know the answers
And you don't wanna fit a sick society
Something they call wealth is justified by egos
But nothing's worth the fact
That you will give your soul away
Uniform -- public servant number one -- uniform

we are the dogs
left out in the streets
by it all with havok to wreak
alone we're together
together we feed
death to our master
we don't believe
we are the undesired
we are the unconspired
no one to tell us what to do
the way you'd have us contained
don't mean a fuckin' thing
soak in midocrity

Smile behind the cop and split on his reason
When I see a uniform my hearts begins to die
Policeman are the denial the nausea of my life
Give vent to your cowardice in this bad faith
Where do you leave your mind?
Maybe in a bullet we learn to behave better
Than you and these stupid laws

There was a sense of disappointment as we sped away
Every town now just felt the same
The tear on my cheek just dried up; it wasn't there
All the young people looked the same
'Cause we're so handsome and we're so bored
So entertain us, tell me a joke
Make it long, make it last
Make it cruel, just make me laugh
We can't be hurt, we can't be hurt
Did you forget your blues on the weekend?
The internet will keep us together
MTV taught me how to sulk and love nothing
And how to grow my hair long
'Cause we're so handsome...
Why do you go picking fights that you'll lose?
So why do you go thinking thoughts that are above you?
'Cause I was brave, intelligent; I could have been a hero
No-one can be trusted under the age of fourteen
...my joy and pain is relative
I've gotten so good at lying to myself
Well my pain and honour is used up
Oh! Oh! Oh!
My guns are rusted
So when're you gonna realise
Those are not your wrongs to right?
Have another life, have another...
I am a martyr, I just need a motive
I am a martyr, I just need a cause
I'm a believer, I just need a motive
I'm a believer, I just need a cause
We're finding it hard to be alone
We're finding it hard to break the mould
We're finding it hard to excite myself
We have nothing at all to say
Uniform
There was a sense of disappointment as we sped away

Cas: 3:52
Vypukla pred lety valka, mezi dvema tabory
nebyly zadny uniforny, ani zadny prapory,
vojevudcum bylo jedno, co mel vojak na sobe,
zadny velky paradeni nevedlo se v ty dobe.
Armady si daly schuzku hned po praci v patek,
jak se rady promichaly, tak vypukl zmatek,
V tom chumlu se nevedelo, kdo ma mlatit koho,
tezko bylo rozlisovat, jak jich bylo mnoho.
Uniformy, uniformy, ....
A ze tehdy mluvilo se vsude stejnou reci,
za chvili uz nehrozilo zadny nebezpeci,
jen oba dva velitele, ti se dobre znali,
navzajem se savlema k smrti posekali.
A tak jenom tri nahrobky cni nad bitevnim polem,
jeste rano umrel trubac otravou alkoholem.
A tak jenom tri nahrobky cni nad bitevnim polem,
jeste rano umrel trubac otravou alkoholem.
Uniformy, uniformy, ....

Father, it's time to leave
Tears on my face and on your sleeve
And on your shoulder, I'm going down in uniform
I'm going down, I'm going down in uniform
Mother, it's time to go
The days will be long and go too slow
But I'll think of you as I go down in uniform
You'll find me wandering alone on some far-off horizon
Wearing expressions like you've never seen on this face
The cars on the highway are backed up from bumper to bumper
It's a funny old world, it's a funny old human race
Little sister, you look so good
I feel proud of you, I knew I would
We'll be together as we go down in uniform
We're going down, we're going down in uniform
You'll find me wandering alone on some far-off horizon
Wearing expressions like you've never seen on this face
The cars on the highway are backed up from bumper to bumper
It's a funny old world, it's a funny old human race
You'll find me wandering alone on some far-off horizon
Wearing expressions like you've never seen on this face
The cars on the highway are backed up from bumper to bumper

This is a desperate call
This is a plan to save us all
We don't care how that makes you feel
We don't care how that makes you feel
This is a slim shot plan
This is a way to feel again
We don't care how that makes us look
We don't care how that makes us look
The wait of the world is new
The red skies that once were blue
Reminding you
When it all goes down
You will be in ¿?
I will be waiting
Somewhere in some quiet countdown
Listen close, this is the sound...
This is a fate desire
This is the one to follow blind
You don't wanna think it through
You don't wanna think it through
This a faulty plan
This is a start without an end
Keep your children in uniform
Keep your children in uniform
When it all falls down
They will be in ¿?
You will be waiting
Somewhere in some penitent countdown
What comes around goes around
Don't wait up, the world is new
The flower of doubt, it blooms
The death of all that's true

Newborn outlaw, you better run, run, run.
Don't hang yourself on your mothers tongue, let your
feet get numb
Pope or pagan - son of a gun, gun, gun
Opinions are like assholes everyone has one like father
like son
Hey Sinners and saints answer the nature's call!
it's better to try than to never try at all
United we stand, divided we fall
I know we´re all born naked baby show me where you're
from
It doesn't matter who you are take off your uniform,
take off your uniform
I've got a blind date with fate such fun, fun, fun
I don't regret anything I've done, the party's just
begun
Hey, Brothers and sisters! let's do it again!
It's better to reign in hell than serve in heaven
Givers and beggars they do what I tell
I know we're all born naked baby show me where you're
from
It doesn't matter who you are take off your uniform,
just take off your uniform
Hey, brothers and sisters, It's better to reign in hell
than serve in heaven
I know we're all born naked, baby show me where you're
from
It doesn't matter who you are, take off your uniform,
take off your uniform
I know we're all born naked, Show me your true form
It doesn't matter who you are take off your unifrom,

The fat kid´s too fat, the black guy´s too black
Green light turns to red, it´s only in your head.
Broke down fascists and hypocrites
Spreading thoughts in our minds
To cage ourselves and catch our souls
That once brought up to the light
Turn to lies and ho´s
Too young and too fast and too runny-nosed
Or too old and too comatose
Uniform - We don´t want uniformity
The white guy´s too white, and the thin girl´s too thin
TV-commercial-media, so point the blame on them
Part-time hookers and porno pimps have the power to
decide
About our lasting highs and lows that once brought up to
the light
Turn to lies and ho´s
Too young and too fast and too runny-nosed
Or too old and too comatose
Thought control - oppression - slavery -uniformity -
censorship - government's violence - We don´t want