The Puritan

Now are we institutionalized
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 lines
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"
There the absent blade
Is one less on 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
play 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
Here we go
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Hey puritan
Hey puritan
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What you gonna do about it?
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It's all smoke and mirrors
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Now what you gonna do about it?
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Hey puritan
Hey puritan
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What you gonna do about it?
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What's you gonna do about it?
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