Il testo della The fame

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 they 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 too deafening
For you? for you?

It's maybe the fame
It's walked out on your name, it's sees you crying
Never did explain, am i the name
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 makes you a mess
You didn't believe
You still don't know
What makes me breathe

And you may laugh while sitting 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 this happening too deafening
For you? for you?

It's maybe the fame
It's walked out on your name, it's sees you crying
Never did explain, am i the name
Blowing through you like a hurricane?

It's a shame
It's a shame
It's a shame

It's maybe the fame
It's walked out on your name, it's sees you crying
Never did explain, am i the name
Blowing through you like a hurricane?

And i've walked out on your name
It sees you cry up from the sky
You never did explain why i'm still
Blowing through you like a hurricane