I know you think that you are perfect

So Fred Astaire, so Joan of Arc

I see the light that shines around you

And leaves you standing in the dark

'Cos you're in debt up to your eyeballs

You've no idea how much thing cost

You're so high on higher purpose

You don't know what you've lost

You don't know what you've lost

And you should get back down



You get so proud because you're humble

You cut off truth from what is true

You'll blame your problems on anything

Except you

You don't take criticism easy

I see those handfuls of hair

And when some poor fool attempts to

You get up on your high horse, yeah, of course

You get up on your high horse

And you should get back down





You say no-one can kill a notion

Then watch one bleed to death each day

Say it once, and say it with emotion

But watch what you say

'Cos you'll hate something on a Monday

Tuesday you love it out of fear

You're blind by Wednesday with your head in the clouds

You say"it's heaven up here"

Weekends, it's heaven up here

Well, you should get back down





You know if Jesus was a rent boy

Then God was his pimp

The People in Power they squeezed him

Until he went limp

If the new messiah called here

First, we'd put him on hold,

Get him a deal and a good-looking haircut

We'd make him look less old

Less good and less old

Tell him to get back down