Written by Lloyd Cole
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