I found the fall beguiling my body hanging in the rushing air
But when my daylight had shrunk I wished to all life that I wasn't there
And speaking in the darkness I tried to make a joke
And to my shame was answered by a hundred ragged voices who spoke:
"you get used to it, we did
You get used to it, we did,"
And sure enough my sight returned
So many crowded the walls, some even getting near the top
And fighting for a new foothold there was no way up that I could see
No light and no ladders, but I believed in the dice and snakes
Cause I was at the bottom, sadder
You get used to it, they did
You get used to it, they did
And down would come the gentlemen
To do their good each day
And talk to me with softened voices
Protected by their suits of grey
And they would give me presents if I wanted them or no
So I could make more sense of all the stupid things that I'd let show
You get used to it, they did
You get used to it, they did