Lloyd Cole - A long way down

^GDidn't I hear you sa^Dy your heart's made out o^Cf steel ^GAnd no one's gonna g^Det so close No one's gonna know how^C you feel ^DNow you're a punch drunk sycophant ^CA little SOB You^D say your mind is made up ^CIsn't that the way that it's supposed to^G be?

^GAnd it's a ^Dlong way do^Cwn ^GAnd it's a l^Dong, long ^Cway down

^GWalking that ta^Dll your head is going to trip your^C feet ^GWalking with the^D devil's fine Just don't call ^Cit looking for sympathy W^Dhen it's four a.m. and mister you can't sleep ^CBeause your blood's still rushing at cocaine speed A^Dnd you know all that you need's a little baby to say ^CMister, cool down won't you let me fade ^Gthose blues away

^GAnd it's a^D long way do^Cwn ^GAnd it's a lo^Dng, long ^Cway down ^GAnd when you^D hit the gr^Cound ^GYou're going^D to know abo^Cut it

^GMister, let's you ^Dand me see if we can't mak^Ce a deal ^GI'll give you the world and all you've got ^Dto do Is cr^Cy for me

^GThe reason it's a ^Dcliche is because it's^C true T^Ghe harder you climb, the harder yo^Du fall And th^Cat means you

So ^Dmister hard head, hard nose, heart out of steel You'r^Ce just a punch drunk sycophant, a little SOB

^GAnd it's a long, ^Dit's a long ^Cway down ^GAnd it's a long, ^Dlong way dow^Cn And when you hi^Ft the gro^Cund You're going to kno^Gw about it