Fame Throwa(Live Brixton 1992) - Pavement
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
na-a' 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
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