Lyrics

[Verse 1] Fame thrower pass out the gold The diamond watch, the last reward All the things we had before you told us off and took it all Head-borne cries from zenith sluts Getting rites from dead-end ruts And these ends are sick-end wars These ends were sick and wars [Chorus] One of our nation's spies 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 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" (One, two, three, four) [Chorus] One of our nation's spies One of our first recruits I click with her leather thighs One of our first recruits [Instrumental Break] [Outro] (One, two, three, four)