Pavement Fame Throwa Lyrics

fame throwa pass out the gold
the diamond watch, the last reward
all the things we had before
you sold us out and took it all
head-borne cries from zenith sluts
astral rites from dead-end ruts
these ends are sick-end wars
these ends was sick-end wars
it's one of our nation's spies
it's one of our first recruits
I click with her leather thighs
it's one of our first recruits how can you know
in the distance lies a grower
nee roudolph king of fame throwa
son of groupie, red-worn sexan
spent his cash convincing us
that the desert was a starscape
and took our lives for a
satellite so we could cry
naked, naked foul
it's one of our nation's spies
it's one of our first recruits
I click with her leather thighs
it's one of our first recruits