Lyrics:

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
These ends are sickened wars
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
N? 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
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