Blur - The Puritan Lyrics
Now are we institutionalized by the demands of today?In our regalia are we okay?Because the flash of a bladeIs one less getting paidThere in the linesAnd the ice and goldIs just a double codeIt's a paradigmFor every little thing that fashion gives you, yeahSo the Puritan on a Monday morning saidHappy sad melodyI'm watzing on an amazing pulse in a pornographic seaWhere the absent bladeIs one less in paradeTo throw overboardAnd the ice and goldIt's just a double codeI'ts a metaphorFor every little thing that fashion gives you, yeahI'm falling into something that plays upon the metronomeIn your heartIt's smoke and it's mirrors until the auto cure startsThen the dry ice comesAnd we start sucking our thumbson the TVAnd the joy of peopleSpirited awaySo merrilyIs part of every little thing that fashion gives you, yeahHere we goLa la la laLa la la laLa la la laLa la(Hey Puritan, Hey Puritan)La la la laLa la la la(What you gonna do about it?)La la la laLa la(It's all smoke and mirrors)La la la laLa la la la(What you gonna do about it?)La la la laLa la la la la la la la(Hey Puritan, Hey Puritan)La la la laLa la la la(What you gonna do about it?)La la la laLa la la la la la la laLa la la laLa la la la(What you gonna do about it?)La la la laLa la la la la la la la la...
