Jerry Cantrell - Pro False Idol

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Gave it all away, blood or song
And there’s nothing left, used to be someone
Never really die, live in magazines and on the radio
Hasbeen demi-god
Pro false idol
Pro false idol
Pro false idol come pray
Burned a ton of dough, no self-pride
Used to run now crawl, half-tweaked and fried
And you’re not the same, like rusted chrome, relive glory days
Ignore your empty life
Pro false idol
Pro false idol
Pro false idol come pray
Big tipper let the meter run
Yellow taxi try to beat the sun
New York City see the worshippers
Hotel autograph solicitors
Infrequent sex, lie down with whores
Sleep the day away, freak boy roll on
Pro false idol
Pro false idol
Pro false idol come pray
Big tipper let the meter run
Yellow taxi try to beat the sun
New York City see the worshippers
Hotel autograph solicitors