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