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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 kids are sick-end wars

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One of the nation's spies
One of our first recruits
Click with her leather thighs
One of our first recruits.

Verse 2
How can you know
In the distance lies a grower
Nee rode off, king fame throwa
Son of groupie, red-worn sexan:
Spent his cash convincing us that the desert was a starscape
And sold our lives for a satellite so we could cry
Naked, naked foul

Chorus