Are we institutionalized By the demands of today? In our regalia are we ok?
Because the flash of a blade Is one less getting paid There in the line And he ice and gold It's just a double code It's a paradigm For every little thing That fashion gives you
So the puritan On a Monday morning Said happy sad melody I'm waltzing On an amazing pulse In a pornographic sea Where the absent blade Is one less in the parade To throw overboard And the ice and gold It's just a double code It's a metaphor For every little thing That fashion gives you
I'm falling into something that Ṗlays 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 ṗeople Spirited away so merrily It's part of every little thing that fashion gives you