Blur - The Puritan Lyrics

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, 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 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

Lalala la la lalala la la lalala la la lalalala lalalala
Hey Puritan
Whatcha gonna do about it?