The Puritan

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