The Fame

Verse 1 
 
(D) 
It breaks like glass, but not in your hand 
 
Shoot you down right where you stand 
(Bm) (A) 
And it don‘t care for what you wear 
(G) 
or which way you might sway 
 
 
Verse 2 
 
(D) 
It calls you up, but not on the phone 
 
And it will drag you from your throne 
(Bm) (A) (G) (D) 
And you may laugh while you sit there sipping you champagne 
(Bm) (A) (G) (D) 
And may I laugh at your dispare sniffing your cocaine 
 
 
Bridge 
 
(Bm) (A) 
I‘m a man of choise in an old Rolls Royce 
(G) (D) 
And I‘m howling at the moon 
(Bm) (A) (G) 
Is my happening to deafening for you? For you? 
 
 
Chorus 
 
(D) (A) (G) 
Its maybe the fame 
(D) (A) (G) 
Its forgotten you name 
(D) (A) (G) 
The tears you cryed you never did explain 
(D) (A) (G) (D) 
And I remain, blowing through you like a hurricane 
(D) 
Its a shame, Its a shame, Its a shame 
 
 
Verse 3 
 
(D) 
It will not fall, not from the sky 
 
And it don‘t eat no humble pie 
(Bm) (A) 
And you may have your quiet life 
(G) (D) 
But I bet you don‘t know why 
 
 
Verse 4 
 
(D) 
It made you a mess, you didn‘t believe 
 
You still don‘t know what makes me breathe 
(Bm) (A) (G) (D) 
And you may laugh while you sit there sipping your champagne 
(Bm) (A) (G) 
And may I laugh at your dispare while your sniffing your cocaine 
 
 
Bridge 
 
Chorus