Uniform - Private Line

Newborn outlaw

You’d better run, run, run

Don’t hang yourself on your mother’s tongue

Let your feet get numb

Pope or pagan

Son of a gun, gun, gun

Opinions are like assholes, everyone has one

Like father, like son

Hey, sinners and saints answer the nature’s call

It’s better to try than never try at all

United we stand, divided we fall

I know we´re all born naked, baby

Show me where you’re from

Doesn’t matter who you are

Take off your uniform

Just take off your uniform

I’ve got a blind date with fate

Such fun, fun, fun

I don’t regret anything I’ve done

The party’s just begun

Hey, brothers and sisters, let’s do it again

It’s better to reign in hell than serve in heaven

Givers and beggars, they do what I tell

I know we’re all born naked, baby

Show me where you’re from

Doesn’t matter who you are

Take off your uniform

Just take off your uniform

Hey, brothers and sisters

It’s better to reign in hell

Than serve in heaven, yeah

I know we’re all born naked, baby

Show me where you’re from

Doesn’t matter who you are

Take off your uniform

I know we’re all born naked

Show me your true form

It doesn’t matter who you are

Take off your uniform

Take off your uniform

Take off your uniform

Take off your uniform, yeah

Whoa, whoa, whoa

Take off your uniform

Whoa, whoa, whoa

Take off your uniform

Whoa, whoa, whoa

Take off your uniform, yeah