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• Artiste: Ken Stringfellow
• Titre: Uniforms
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Come all you scions of old-time Berlin With nights of intolerance soon to begin Feel the lights dim After the rally's done wolf becomes faun Sharing a cigarette in your salon—he tries your boots on Despite the times you feel quite liberal You even prefer negro spirituals over Ophuls Run for cover, you'll find your lover there As a shot splits the air Tell me what you did there—alone or in pairs With your body bare Tell me how long you stared before you said yes You must show no feelings for him tho' it's not fair But these are the uniforms that we must wear And you wouldn't dare to resist the order The fighting is savage the contest is brief The bloodshed is localized and yet you feel grief in that sweet relief Run for cover... A war's a human thing and to each man it brings The ability to walk in straight lines But these lines, they can and do break If only just to show there's only so much loyalty a man can take Loyal to his beliefs he wears what suits him ‘til He takes them off and shows, and shows what's underneath A man who is most beautiful when he's free Run for cover... Tell me what you did there alone or in pairs Under a nom de guerre Tell what you did to stop the nightmare Tell me what you did there Did to stop the nightmare? Fortune prefers one who dares Tell me what you did there