Another Uniform

You wake up every morning and spray paint on the walls

Reciting to yourself in a slow and steady drawl

That you’re an individual and award yourself the crown

Step in front of the mirror and give yourself a frown

The studs on your jacket replaced the chain on the wallet

In 2003 you would have listened to lostprophets

You’re more of a goose than a gander,a shelf without a bracket

At the end of the day, you’re just another jock in a jacket

Fuck the kids, Stuff the scene

Living in a magazine

45 year olds with guitars

living out a teenage dream

with a face like a robber’s dog

Ugly as a hat full of arseholes