The Fame (Mustique Demo)

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 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 forgotten your name
It's sees you cry, you never did explain
And I remain
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 you sit there
Sipping your champagne
And they all laugh at your despair
While you're 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
Forgotten your name
It's sees you cry, you never did explain
And I remain
Blowing through you like a hurricane 

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

It's maybe the fame
Forgotten your name
It's sees you cry, you never did explain
And I remain
Blowing through you like a hurricane 

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