Текст песни Elena's Shoes - Oysterband

Rebels storm the palace, what do they find
In the cabinets of power? Secrets left behind?
Is it judgment, judgment stripped to the bone?
No, it's 19-carat bath-taps, ivory telephones ...
Black satin sheets, crates of German beer,
Pornographic movies, a shattered chandelier,
Sharkskin tuxedos, crystals on the sleeve,
Closets full of objects you would not believe.

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How can you use
A thousand pairs of shoes?
When she got those walking blues
Just one pair had to do
So put yourself in Elena's shoes
They wouldn't give her time to choose
She said, "I'd rather die than look like a loser"
She said, "I'd rather die" ...

There's a safe house in the suburbs full of broken glass,
Blood, wires and mirrors ... neighbours didn't ask.
You and I, my love, took our pleasures to the hilt;
Only little people need to pay their way with guilt.

CHORUS

There were no more bodyguards
When she hit the bell
And no helicopters
To lift her out of Hell

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How can you use
When you've got those walking blues
How can you use
When you got those walking blues

CHORUS

So put yourself in Elena's shoes
Put yourself in Elena's shoes
So put yourself in Elena's shoes
Put yourself in Elena's shoes

So put yourself in Elena's shoes
Put yourself in Elena's shoes
So put yourself in Elena's shoes
Put yourself in Elena's shoes