The Puritan

歌詞

Because the flash of a blade Is one less getting paid There in the line And the ice and gold Is 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 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 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 it's part of every little thing that fashion gives you