despite the last line.

off the pedestal

off the pedestal
wheat, hope and adams

wait there
i'll find my shotgun shells
and aim to blow your top
off the pedestal
you're asking me to climb down to your treehouse
and dance
upon the smallest limb
you're asking me to jump and shout and shake myself to the
ground
i fall upon my head
i never seem to get
these feet beneath my legs
to land up
like a cat who's taken back his lives for ones not going right
i never was that good
but you're asking me to
climb down through your tree house and dance
upon the smallest limb
you're asking me to jump and shout and shake myself to the--
i don't want to dance no more
you were never worth the fall