Pro False Idol Lyrics - Jerry Cantrell

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 

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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 

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Big tipper let the meter run 

Yellow taxi try to beat the sun 

New York City see the worshippers 

Hotel autograph solicitors