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