The Puritan (Live at Wolverhampton Civic Hall)

Lyrics

[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 [Outro] La-la-la, la, la, la-la-la, la La, la-la-la, la, la, la-la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la-la La-la-la, la, la, la-la-la, la La, la-la-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, la What you gonna do about it? La, la-la-la, la, la, la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la-la All smoke and mirrors 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-la-la-la La-la-la, la, la, la-la-la, la La, la-la-la, la, la, la-la-la-la-la, la-la-la La-la-la, la, la, la-la-la, la La, la-la-la, la, la, la-la-la-la-la, la-la La-la-la, la, la, la-la-la, la La, la-la-la, la, la, la-la-la-la-la-la La-la-la, la, la, la-la-la, la La, la-la-la, la, la, la-la-la-la-la, la-la-la