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