Didnt I hear you say your hearts made out of steel

No ones gonna get so close,

No ones gonna know how you feel

Now youre a punch drunk sycophant, a little s.o.b.

You say your mind is made up, isnt that the way that its supposed to be

And its a long way down

And its a long, long way down

Walking that tall your head is gonna trip your feet

Walking with the devils fine, just dont call it looking for sympathy

When its four a.m. and mister you cant sleep

cause your bloods still rushing at cocaine speed

And you know all that you needs a little baby to say

Ah mister cool down wont you let me fade those blues away

And its a long way down

And its a long, long way down

And when you hit the ground youre gonna know about it

Mister lets you and me see if we cant make a deal

Ill give you the world and all youve gotta do is cry for me

The reason its a cliche is because its true

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

So mister hard head, hard nose, hard as steel

Youre just a punch drunk sycophant, a little s.o.b.

And its a long, its a long way down

And its a long, long way down

And when you hit the ground youre gonna know about it