Kenny Hogan - Lyrics & Poetry

Conform! Conform!
Ya gotta wear the uniform.
Line up! Obey!
Say what you're supposed say,

Conform, conform !
Put on that uniform!
Elite, with shiny feet,
You're in the continental suite.

So tall, so very tall,
So very far above it all,
Look down, they're all so small
Watch 'em crawl, just watch 'em crawl

Smirking as you look down,
Sealed in from all around,
Never have to hear the sound,
Of little people on the ground

No dirty hands, or broken backs,
Passing shacks along the tracks
To your waiting Cadillacs,

To your castles safe and warm,
Sheltered from the daily storm,
You raise your kids under the norm,
And buy them all clean uniforms,

Making damn sure that they conform