Pavement - Fame Throwa lyrics

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,

Née 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