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 to 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 to 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.