An Aptly Fictional Description Lyrics

And it was so contradictory yet deliberately put
Never should we start a lecture with a quote
Two-tone stage background
The actors returning home to eat food covered in nothing good served in purple plastic
Where the orchestra isn't craving our attention
It sparks the active chords and the stage is set ablaze
The conductor lights a cigarette, we look at illustrations of ourselves
The orchestra isn't craving, just isn't craving out attention
Appliances that would blow a fuse at any time
While conducting an ancient family recipe to the very next generation
We never saw them coming we've been throwing stones at glass houses for too long
It's such a cliché