Uniforms
I see you on a park bench
Lighting up your incense
I see how this goes
I see you in the tar pits
I've seen your little market
I think you know that I know
You see it's obvious, the lighter, the mist
It's August, that can't be snow
You're in a stupor, fantastic, super
Must you make it a show?
I see you in a parked car
Through the smoke and hot char
I see how this goes
Bump into you next week
Avert your eyes try to sneak
Past me before I know
You gotta want to make arrests
To be the best cop on this show
You see the man with his Tryptophan
Converting freedom to serotonin
Scrawl on my jacket, scrawl on my uniform
I don't know
Big bold letters, outlined type-face
I just don't know
I mingle and dance with the answers
But they find their way back to the dark
I see you like your brown bags
Waving all your red flags
Do understand how this goes?
You might have a clue
Since your friends are dying too
It's about time to show
That you realize you're hollow inside
You've got no substance left of you
You turn to me and plead and beg
What is it I can do?
Scrawl on my jacket, scrawl on my uniform
I don't know
Big bold letters, outlined type-face
I just don't know
I mingle and dance with the answers
But they find their way back to the dark
I mingle and dance with the answers
But they find their way back to the dark
Lighting up your incense
I see how this goes
I see you in the tar pits
I've seen your little market
I think you know that I know
You see it's obvious, the lighter, the mist
It's August, that can't be snow
You're in a stupor, fantastic, super
Must you make it a show?
I see you in a parked car
Through the smoke and hot char
I see how this goes
Bump into you next week
Avert your eyes try to sneak
Past me before I know
You gotta want to make arrests
To be the best cop on this show
You see the man with his Tryptophan
Converting freedom to serotonin
Scrawl on my jacket, scrawl on my uniform
I don't know
Big bold letters, outlined type-face
I just don't know
I mingle and dance with the answers
But they find their way back to the dark
I see you like your brown bags
Waving all your red flags
Do understand how this goes?
You might have a clue
Since your friends are dying too
It's about time to show
That you realize you're hollow inside
You've got no substance left of you
You turn to me and plead and beg
What is it I can do?
Scrawl on my jacket, scrawl on my uniform
I don't know
Big bold letters, outlined type-face
I just don't know
I mingle and dance with the answers
But they find their way back to the dark
I mingle and dance with the answers
But they find their way back to the dark
Credits
Writer(s): Squiggly Lines
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