Lloyd Cole
Lloyd Cole
Lloyd Cole
Lloyd Cole
Lloyd Cole
Lloyd Cole
Lloyd Cole
Lloyd Cole
Lloyd Cole
Lloyd Cole
Lloyd Cole
Lloyd Cole
Lloyd Cole
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
A Long Way Down was written by Lloyd Cole.
A Long Way Down was produced by Lloyd Cole & Fred Maher & Paul Hardiman.