"Fame Throwa" lyrics - PAVEMENT

PAVEMENT
"Fame Throwa"

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
And these ends are sickened wars, and the ends were sickened 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
Named Rudolph, king fame throwa, son of groupie, bedworn 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