The high horse that I rode in on They shot it in the gut There'll be no convalescence Time to get out of the rut A conformist but I applied my own rules A do-good-er when it came to my own good But it's: back in line now Bow for wood and stone, repent and... The fly is circling And now you're getting what you Cannot handle Cannot handle It gets harder every minute To face the solitude Nothing left but my prescriptions No power left to abuse It came so suddenly the sickness and need There'll be no cure no matter how much I plead It's just: back in line now Bow for wood and stone, repent and... The fly is circling And now you're getting what you Cannot handle Cannot handle Down it goes and I realize I took more than I ever gave Down it goes and to my surprise they won't remember me as brave Down it goes, down it goes too late now to be saved Down it goes, down it goes they will never call me brave