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
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 your champagne
and they all laugh at your despair
sniffing your cocaine
i'm a man choice in an old roll royce
and i'm howling at the moon
is my happening too deafening for you?
for you

(chorus)
it's maybe the fame
it fork out on your name
did you cry?
you never did explain
and i remain
blowing through you like a hurricane
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
i bet you don't know why

i 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 they all laugh at your despair
while you're sniffing your cocaine
i'm a man choice in an old roll royce
and i'm howling at the moon
is this happening too deafening for you?
for you

it's maybe the fame
fork out on your name
did you cry?
you never did explain
and i remain
blowing through you like a hurricane
and i've forgotten your name
he sees you cry from the sky
you never did explain
why i'm still blowing though you like a hurricane