The Fame
Verse 1:
It breaks like glass, but not in your hand
Shoot you down right where you stand
And it don't care for what you wear
or which way you might sway
Verse 2:
It calls you up, but not on the phone
And it will drag you from your throne
And you may laugh while you sit there sipping you champagne
And may I laugh at your dispare sniffing your cocaine
Bridge:
I'm a man of choise in an old Rolls Royce
And I'm howling at the moon
Is my happening to deafening for you? For you?
Chorus:
Its maybe the fame
Its forgotten you name
The tears you cryed you never did explain
And I remain, blowing through you like a hurricane
Its a shame, Its a shame, Its a shame
Verse 3:
It will not fall, not from the sky
And it don't eat no humble pie
And you may have your quiet life
But I bet you don't know why
Verse 4:
It made you a mess, you didn't believe
You still don't know what makes me breathe
And you may laugh while you sit there
sipping your champagne
And may I laugh at your dispare
while your sniffing your cocaine
Bridge
Chorus