We don't wear that uniform
paper men from pages torn right off the press it could be Tass
Suits for the regime
The media's gone and had a baby
Seventh wave another navy
I live in America: gridlock on the street
Tell that girl you like her badge
Tell that man you're the Nazz
Tell them you're not the last walking in parade
Dressed to test you up the road
Tighter than the latest clothes
Close the circle walk in row walking in parade
Why don't you walk like me?
Walk like me?
Walk like me?
Carrying the standard stick and marrying the politik
You won't