Fame Throwa - Pavement (人行道乐队)

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 sick-end wars

These ends was sick-end wars

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

Nâ-â' 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