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

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Writer(s): ALEXANDER JAMES STEVEN, ALEXANDER ROWNTREE DAVID, DAMON ALBARN, DAVID ROWNTREE, GRAHAM COXON, GRAHAM LESLIE COXON, STEVEN ALEXANDER JAMES