Interpret:

Blur

Album:

Singly

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