Give Me An Inch - Hazel O'Connor

'ey you, standing there, what you got to stare at?

I’m not shy if your beady little eyes abuse me like some mishap

Cackling laughter behind your hand, you’re so funny, you’re so bland

Here’s the thing you can’t understand: You are just a programme

You’re a programme, you’re a programme

(Programme, programme, programme, programme)

Give me an inch, and I’ll take me a mile

Give me the distance from your supercilious smile

Give me an inch, and I’ll take me a mile

Give me the distance from your supercilious smile

Your silliest smile

'ey you, standing there, better get some clothes on

Do as you’re told, growing old, and read your daily poison

Skeletons locked in the closeted mind, locked in tight, for no one to find

See the blind, lead the blind, gotta be cruel to be kind

Who is mind-blind, who is mind-blind

(Mind-blind, mind-blind, mind-blind, mind-blind)

Give me an inch, and I’ll take me a mile

Give me the distance from your supercilious smile

Give me an inch, and I’ll take me a mile

Give me the distance from your supercilious smile

Your silliest smile

You are a programme, you are a programme

Give me an inch, and I’ll take me a mile

Give me the distance from your supercilious smile

Give me an inch, and I’ll take me a mile

Give me the distance from your supercilious smile

Your silliest smile

Give me an inch, and I’ll take me a mile

Give me the distance from your supercilious smile

Give me an inch, and I’ll take me a mile

Give me the distance from your supercilious smile

Your silliest smile