Pavement "Fame Throwa" |
Fame throwa pass out the gold The diamon 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 sickened wars [x2] He's one of our nation's spies He's one of our first recruits I click with her leather thighs He's one of our first recruits How can you know? In the distance lies a grower N? rudolph, king fame throwa Son of groupie, bed-worn sexan Spent his cash convincing us That the desert was a starscape Took our lives for satellites so we could cry: Naked, naked, foul He's one of our nation's spies He's one of our first recruits I click with her leather thighs He's one of our first recruits Lyric from www.lyricmania.com |