Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Fame Throwa , by - Pavement. Song from the album Slanted & Enchanted, in the genre АльтернативаRelease date: 19.04.1992
Record label: Matador
Song language: English
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 ends are sick-end wars |
| these ends was sick-end wars |
| it’s one of our nation’s spies |
| it’s one of our first recruits |
| I click with her leather thighs |
| it’s one of our first recruits |
| how can you know |
| in the distance lies a grower |
| nee roudolph king of fame throwa |
| son of groupie, red-worn sexan |
| spent his cash convincing us that the desert was a starscape |
| and took our lives for a satellite so we could cry |
| naked, naked foul |
| it’s one of our nation’s spies |
| it’s one of our first recruits |
| I click with her leather thighs |
| it’s one of our first recruits |