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,

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