Fame Throwa Lyrics - Slanted & Enchanted - 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 Rudolph King of Fame Throwa 

Son of groupie, red-worn sexan 

His cash convincing us 

That the desert was a star scape 

And took our lives for a 

Satellite so we could cry 

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