Текст песни Jerry Cantrell - Pro False Idol
Jerry Cantrell - Pro False Idol слова песни
Gave it all away, blood for songAnd there`s nothing left, used to be someoneNever really die, live in magazines and on the radioHasbeen demi-godPro false idolPro false idolPro false idol come prayBurned a tone of dough, no self-prideUsed to run now crawl, half-tweaked and friedAnd you`re not the same, like rusted chrome, relive glory daysIgnore your empty lifePro false idolPro false idolPro false idol come prayBig tipper let the meter runYellow taxi try to beat the sunNew York City see the worshippersHotel autograph solicitorsInfrequent sex, lie down with whoresSleep the day away, freak boy roll onPro false idolPro false idolPro false idol come prayBig tipper let the meter runYellow taxi try to beat the sunNew York City see the worshippersHotel autograph solicitors