Pro False Idol - 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

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