The Fame

歌词

It breaks like glass 

But not in your hand 

Shoots 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 may I 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? 

It's maybe The Fame 

It's forgotten your name

The tears you cry 

You never did explain 

And I remain

Blowing through you 

Like a hurricane 

It's a shame 

It's a shame 

It's 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 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 despair 

while you're 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? 

It's maybe The Fame 

Forgotten your name 

The tears you cry 

You never did explain 

And I remain

Blowing through you 

Like a hurricane 

It's a shame 

It's a shame 

It's a shame 

It's maybe The Fame 

Forgotten your name 

The tears you cry

You never did explain 

And I remain

Blowing through you 

Like a hurricane 

And I've forgotten your name

The tears you cry fall from the sky

You never did explain

Why I'm still blowing through you

Like a hurricane