[Spoken]
This is called "The Puritan"
It's a new song and we're, we're tryna make it work

[Verse 1]
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 the gold
It's just a double code, it's a paradigm

[Chorus]
For every little thing that fashion gives you
Yeah!

[Verse 2]
And now the puritan on a Monday morning
Said, "Happy sad melody"
Waltzing on an amazing pulse
In a pornographic sea
Where an absent blade
Is one less a parade to throw overboard
And the ice and the gold
It's just a double code, it's a metaphor
[Chorus]
For every little thing that fashion gives you
Yeah!

[Verse 3]
And now 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

[Chorus]
It's part of every little thing that fashion gives you

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