The Puritan Song Lyrics - Blur Albums Lyrics

Are we institutionalized 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 he ice and gold
It’s just a double code it’s a paradigm
For every little thing that fashion gives you

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 the parade
To throw overboard and the ice and gold
It’s just a double code it’s a metaphor
For every little thing that fashion gives you

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
It’s part of every little thing that fashion gives you