Passengers
This is not a shoe
This is disorder
This is size 10 chaos
You see this?
This is death
In this locomotive we call home there is one thing
Between our warm hearts and the bitter cold
Clothing? No Jeans? No
Order is the barrier that holds back the cold and death
We must all of us
On this train of life
Remain in our allotted stations
We must
Each of us
Occupy our preordained
Particulate positions.
Would you wear a shoe on your head
Of course you wouldn't wear a shoe on your head
A shoe belongs on your foot
A hat belongs on your head
I am a hat you are a shoe
I belong on the head you belong on the foot
Yes so it is
In the beginning order was prescribed by your ticket
First bus, economy
Eternal order is prescribed
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