We make tracks, down past the kids in the park smoking cigarettes,
Tripping on our feet, walking down my street.
Pretty girls, dressed to the nines, high heels,
In this high heel world, it won't take me long to forget your gone (move on),
So they say, we are programmed to escape,
Hold me down and I'll run away,
Okay.
Fairy bread, pin the tail in your arm to forget such a dizzy head,
Wash it down with a smoke, valium and a glass of red,
No you're not dead just yet.
Drenched to the bone, we're stumbling home again.
So they say, we are programmed to escape,
Hold me down and I'll run away,
Turn your back and I might just stay,
Okay.