Fame Throwa lyrics
by Pavement
fame throwa pass out the goldthe diamond watch, the last rewardall the things we had beforeyou sold us out and took it allhead-borne cries from zenith slutsastral rites from dead-end rutsthese ends are sick-end warsthese ends was sick-end warsit's one of our nation's spiesit's one of our first recruitsI click with her leather thighsit's one of our first recruitshow can you knowin the distance lies a growernee roudolph king of fame throwason of groupie, red-worn sexanspent his cash convincing usthat the desert was a starscapeand took our lives for asatellite so we could crynaked, naked foulit's one of our nation's spiesit's one of our first recruitsI click with her leather thighsit's one of our first recruits
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