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
headastral rites from deadthese 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, bedspent 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.
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