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,

ne 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