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