Verso 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
Verso 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
Ponte
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?
Refrão
D A G
Its maybe the fame
D A G G D/F#
Its forgotten you name
E G E G D A G
The tears you cryed you never did explain
D A G G D/F# E G E G D
And I remain, blowing through you like a hurricane
D A G
Its a shame, Its a shame, Its a shame
Verso 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
Verso 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
Ponte
Refrão
