Good manners are what a man must have Restraint discipline we should feel glad We can’t express what we feel We must be meek mild and brought to heel We cannot laugh at the feast of fools Without our piety become sins tool Delude ourselves decorums yoke Our freedom must be choked Wear your uniform and laugh they fuck you up the arse The carnival it must be shut For if we think our throats they’ll cut Wear your uniform and lie every day until you die