[Verse 1: Damon Albarn]
Now, are we institutionalised
By the demands of today?
In our regalia, are we okay?
'Cause the flash of a blade
Is one less getting paid there in the line
And the ice and gold
It's just a double code, it's a paradigm

[Chorus: Damon Albarn]
For every little thing that fashion gives you

[Verse 2: Damon Albarn]
The Puritan on a Monday morning
Said, "Happy-sad melody"
I'm waltzing on an amazing pulse
In a pornographic sea
Where absent blade
Is one less a parade to throw overboard
And the ice and gold
Is just a double code, it's a mеtaphor

[Chorus: Damon Albarn]
For every little thing thе fashion gives you, yeah

[Verse 3: Damon Albarn]
I'm falling into something
They play upon the metronome in your heart
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
[Chorus: Damon Albarn]
It's part of every little thing that fashion gives you

[Outro: Damon Albarn, Damon Albarn & Graham Coxon, Graham Coxon]
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