The Puritan
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
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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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(What you gonna do about it?)
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(Hey Puritan, Hey Puritan)
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La la la la
(What you gonna do about it?)
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La la la la
La la la la
(What you gonna do about it?)
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