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 [bad word]  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