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