Lyrics:

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 you, and you're so funny, you're so blunt
Here's a thing you can 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 rid your daily poison
Skeletons locked in the closet of mine, locked in tight, but not entwined
See the blind, meet the blind, gotta be cruel and 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