fame throwa pass 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 sluts 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, nйe Rudolph, king fame throwa, son of groupie, bed-worn 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
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