Testi musica canzoni

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