Текст (слова) песни «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,
nйe 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