Fame Throwa - 歌词大全

作词 : Scott Kannberg/Stephen Malkmus 作曲 : Scott Kannberg/Stephen Malkmus 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 Rudolph King of Fame ThrowaSon of groupie, red-worn sexan His cash convincing us That the desert was a star scape And took our lives for a satellite so we could cry 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