Fame Throwa (Live 1992)

Lyrics
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 And these ends are sickened wars, and the ends were sickened wars 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 Named Rudolph, king fame throwa, son of groupie, bedworn sexan 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 Thank you You think Mark can play?
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Credits
- Producers
- Mike Robinson