Artist: Blur Album: N/A (0000) Title: The Puritan
Lyrics The PuritanAre 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
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