The Puritan - Blur

Now, are 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 lines

And the ice and the gold

It’s 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 an 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 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

Yeah

Here we go

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…

(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…

(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

(What you gonna do about it?)

La la la la la…

La la la, la, la la la, la…