The Fame

It breaks like glass,
But not in your hand,
They'll shoot you down,
Right where you stand,
And it don't care for what you wear,
Or which way you might sway.

Its 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 your champagne,

And they all laugh at your despair,
Sniffing your cocaine,

I'm a man of choice in an old Rolls Royce,
And I'm howling at the moon,
Is my happening to deafening for you?
For you?

Its maybe The Fame,
Its fork out on your name,
Its sees you cry you never did explain,
And I remain,
Blowing through you like a hurricane,
Its a shame,
Its a shame,
Its a shame,

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,

It makes 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 they all laugh at your despair,
While your sniffing your cocaine,

I'm a man of choice in an old Rolls Royce,
And I'm howling at the moon,
Is this happening to deafening,
For you?
For you?

Its maybe The Fame,
Fork out on your name,
Its sees you cry you never did explain,
And I remain,
Blowing through you,
Like a hurricane,
Its a shame,
Its a shame,
Its a shame.

Its maybe The Fame,
Fork out on your name,
Its sees you cry you never did explain,
And I remain,
Blowing through you,
Like a hurricane,
And I've forgotton your name,
It sees you cry up from the sky,
You never did explain,
Why I'm still blowing through you,
Like a hurricane.