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
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"

Written by:
Scott Kannberg, Stephen Joseph Malkmus

Publisher:
Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Hipgnosis Songs Group

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