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