Fame Throwa - текст песни
Fame Throwa
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
NГ©e rudolphking fame throwa
Son of groupiebed-worn sexan
Spent his cash convincing us
That the desert was a starscape
Took our lives for satellites so we could cry:
Nakednakedfoul.
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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