Fame Throwa

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Pavement - Rock, Post-Hardcore

Fame Throwa

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Lyrics

[Verse 1] Fame thrower 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 sick-end wars These ends were sick and wars [Chorus] He's one of our nation's spies He's one of our first recruits I click with her leather thighs One of our first recruits [Verse 2] How can you know? In the distance lies a grower Née rude-off, king fame thrower Son of groupie, bed-worn sexon Spent his cash convincing us that the desert was a star-scape Took our lives for a satellite so we could cry "Naked, naked foul" [Chorus] He's one of our nation's spies He's one of our first recruits I click with her leather thighs One of our first recruits [Instrumental Outro]

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Credits

Writers
  • Stephen Malkmus