Fame Throwa - Pavement

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