The Fame Lyrics

It breaks like glass but not in your hand
It'll shoot you down right where you stand
And it don't care for what you wear
Or which way you might say
It calls you up but not on the phone
It will drag you from your throne

And you may laugh while you sit there sipping in your champagne
And I laugh at your despair sniffing your cocaine
I'm a man of choice in an old Roll's Royce and I'm howling at the moon
Is this happening too deafening for you?

It's maybe the fame
Its forgotten your name
The tears you cry you never did explain
And I did remain, blowing through you like a hurricane

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 made you a mess you didn't believe
You still don't know what makes you breathe

The tear you cry fall from the sky
You never did explain why I'm still blowing
Through you like a hurricane