didn't i hear you say your heart's made out of steel

no one's gonna get so close, no one's gonna know how you feel

now you're a punch drunk sycophant, a little s.o.b.

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 gonna 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

'cause your blood's still rushing at cocaine speed

and you know all that you need's a little baby to say

ah 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 gonna 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 gotta do is cry for me



the reason it's a clichŽ is because it's true

the harder you climb, the harder you fall, and that means you

so mister hard head, hard nose, hard as steel

you're just a punch drunk sycophant, a little s.o.b.



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 gonna know about it