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 kids are sick-end wars
"One of the nation's spies.
One of our first recruits.

Click with her leather thighs
One of our first recruits."
How can you know? In the distance lies
A grower, nee rode off, king fame throwa

Son of groupie, red-worn sexan: spent his
Cash convincing us that the desert was
A starscape and sold our lives for a
Satellite so we could cry:

"Naked, naked foul"
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Fame Throwa Lyrics

Pavement – Fame Throwa Lyrics