Are we institutionalised by the demands of today
In our regalia are we okay
Because the flash of a blade is one less getting paid there in the line
And the ice and the gold is just a double code, it's a paradigm
For every little thing that fashion gives you, yeah
So the puritan on a Monday morning said happy sad melody
I'm waltzing on an amazing pulse in a pornographic sea
Where the absent blade is one less in parade to throw overboard
And the ice and the gold is just a double code, it's a metaphor
For every little thing that fashion gives you, yeah
I'm falling into something that plays upon the metronome in your heart
It's smoke and it's mirrors until the auto cue starts
Then the dry ice comes and we start sucking our thumbs on the TV
And the joy of people spirited away so merrily
Is part of every little thing that fashion gives you, yeah
Hey puritan, hey puritan
What you gonna do about it
It's all smoke and mirrors
What you gonna do about it
Hey puritan, hey puritan
What you gonna do about it
What you gonna do about it
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