The Puritan

Are we institutionalised

By the demands of today?

In our regalia are we ok?

Because the flash of a blade

Is one less getting paid

There in the line

And the ice and 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 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

Here we go

Hey puritan, hey puritan

What you gonna do about it?

It's all smoke and mirrors

What you gonna do about it?

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Hey puritan, hey puritan

What you gonna do about it?

What you gonna do about it?

The Blur