Didn’t I hear you say your heart’s made out of steel And no one’s gonna get so close No one’s gonna know how you feel Now you’re a punch drunk sycophant A little SOB You say your mind is made up Isn’t that the way that it’s supposed to be? And it’s a long way down And it’s a long long way down Walking that tall your head is going to trip your feet Walking with the devil’s fine Just don’t call it looking for sympathy When it’s four a.m. and mister you can’t sleep Beause your blood’s still rushing at cocaine speed And you know all that you need’s a little baby to say Mister cool down won’t you let me fade those blues away And it’s a long way down And it’s a long long way down And when you hit the ground You’re going to know about it Mister let’s you and me see if we can’t make a deal I’ll give you the world and all you’ve got to do Is cry for me The reason it’s a cliche is because it’s true The harder you climb the harder you fall And that means you So mister hard head hard nose heart out of steel You’re just a punch drunk sycophant a little SOB And it’s a long it’s a long way down And it’s a long long way down And when you hit the ground You’re going to know about it