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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