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