When pulling on my uniform I’m feeling really proud
And look quite flash as I step out. I stand out in the crowd
But uniforms are coverings. They’re only cloth and tin
What really counts is what’s beneath. What lies quite deep within

To earn the right to pull it on means you have done the work
You’ve stood your ground when others flee as bad men go berserk
You’ve knelt and held a dying hand all tangled in a car
Then gone and told the relatives how sorrowful you are

You’ve walked life’s darkest alleyways, turned collar to the night
Done battle with life’s hardest tasks and tried to put things right

So when we pass you may look up and have a little peek,
Try to recall it’s not just show, this uniform runs deep.

CLEMO