Uniforms - Ken Stringfellow

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