(“What is Fashion?... It is usually a form of ugliness so intolerable that we have to alter it every six months” - Oscar Wilde)
We're wear wear wearing
our coats of many colors
with the black side out
So as not to raise a shout
We keep our colors
Up against our skins
we don't reveal our intention
And we pass you without mention
What you call fashion
One more circuit to drain your energy
We are men without style
Without encumbrance almost relatively free
You won't forget the day when
we reverse our tactics
When we let our colors fly
And raise our ragged battle cry
The men without style have landed
We are among you...
We are among you...
You can read an explanation of the origin of these lyrics here
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