Lyrics:

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

CHORUS
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

CHORUS

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