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Jerry Cantrell - Pro False Idol lyrics
Gave it all away, blood for 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 tone 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 |
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