Pavement - Fame Throwa lyrics

Fame throwa pa** 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 s*uts 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, N Son of groupie, bed-worn s**an 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