Intro
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Are we institutionalised
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by the demands of today?
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In our regalia
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are we ok?
Am
Because the flash, of a blade
is one less getting paid
C
there in the line
Am
And the ice, and gold
is just a double code...
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It's a paradigm
For every little thing
F (distorsion guitar here)
that fashion gives you
C
Yeah
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F
So the Puritan on a morning
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said happy sad melody
F
I'm waltzing on an amazing pulse
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in a pornographic sea
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Where the absent blade
is one less in parade
C
To throw overboard
Am
And the ice, and gold
it's just a double code
C
It's a metaphor
For every little thing
F (distorsion guitar again) C
that fashion gives you Yeah
Dm C
F
I'm Falling into something
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that plays upon the metronome, in your heart
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It's smoke and it's mirrors
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until the auto cue starts
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Then the dry ice comes
and we start sucking our
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thumbs on the TV
Am
And the joy of people
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spirited away so merrily
is part of every little thing
F (dist. guitar) C
that fashion gives you Yeah
F C
(Here we go)
F C
Lalala la lalala la
Dm C
(Hey puritan Hey Puritan)
lalala la laaaa
F C
lalala la lalala la
Dm C
(what you gonna do about it?) (It's all smoke and mirrors)
lalala la laaaaa
F C
lalala la lalala la
Dm C
(What you gonna do about it?) (Hey Puritan Hey Puritan)
lalala la laaaaa
F C
lalala la lalala la
Dm C
(What you gonna do about it?)
lalala la laaaaa
F C
lalala la lalala la
Dm C
(What you gonna do about it?)
lalala la laaaaa
F C Dm C (slowly fade away)
F C Dm D