It breaks like glass, but not in your hand
Shoot you down right where you stand
And it don't care for what you wear
or which way you might sway
Verso 2
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 you champagne
And may I laugh at your dispare sniffing your cocaine
Ponte
I'm a man of choise in an old Rolls Royce
And I'm howling at the moon
Is my happening to deafening for you? For you?
Refrão
Its maybe the fame
Its forgotten you name
The tears you cryed you never did explain
And I remain, blowing through you like a hurricane
Its a shame, Its a shame, Its a shame
Verso 3
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
Verso 4
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 dispare while your sniffing your cocaine
Ponte