Those Bastards in the Front Section

Passengers

This is not a shoe

This is disorder

It's size ten 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 the 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

Hahahaha

Yes, so it is

In the beginning, order was prescribed by your ticket

First bus, economy

Eternal order is prescribed