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