Blur The Puritan lyrics

Now are we institutionalized 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 lines
And the ice and 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 watzing 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
I'ts 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 cure 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

Here we go
La la la la
La la la la
La la la la
La la
(Hey Puritan, Hey Puritan)
La la la la
La la la la
(What you gonna do about it?)
La la la la
La la
(It's all smoke and mirrors)
La la la la
La la la la
(What you gonna do about it?)
La la la la
La la la la la la la la
(Hey Puritan, Hey Puritan)
La la la la
La la la la
(What you gonna do about it?)
La la la la
La la la la la la la la
La la la la
La la la la
(What you gonna do about it?)
La la la la
La la la la la la la la la...