The Puritan 歌词

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?