Idols Lyrics – Ezra Jones

Pretty pictures cross their paths and blend
Perform a show no one attends
Save for the middle-man
Sighing through cigarettes

He sold his soul to Mr. Pays-the-Bills
And off he goes
Up to the hills
He’s up there still

Strikes a most elegant chord
His name, he paid for
Bleeding, breathe in
Nothing’s left to report

Now and then, his hand will reach the door
But not before he’s settled his score
The radio won’t have a word to send
For when this aging chapter ends

Save for the middle-man
Sighing through cigarettes
Strikes a most elegant chord
His name, he paid for

Bleeding, breathe in
Nothing’s left to report
Eyes steal a gaze
Ideas stay still

Or kill thrills
Breathe in
Breathe in
Until
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Ezra Jones Lyrics – Idols

Ezra Jones

Idols