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Dead Kennedys
PULL MY STRINGS
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PULL MY STRINGS,
Dead Kennedys
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I'm tired of self respect
i can't afford a car
i wanna be a prefab superstar
I wanna be a tool
don't need no soul
wanna make big money
playing rock and roll
I'll make my music boring
i'll play my music slow
i ain't no artist, i'm a business man
no ideas of my own
I won't offend
or rock the boat
just sex and drugs
and rock and roll
Drool, drool, drool, drool, drool, drool
my payola!
drool, drool, drool, drool, drool, drool
my payola!
You'll pay ten bucks to see me
on a fifteen foot high stage
fatass bouncers kick the shit
out of kids who try to dance
If my friends say
i've lost my guts
i'll laugh and say
that's rock and roll
But there's just one problem
[chorus]
is my cock big enough
is my brain small enough
for you to make me a star
give me a toot, i'll sell you my soul
pull my strings and i'll go far
And when i'm rich
and meet bob hope
we'll shoot some golf
and shoot some dope
Is my cock big enough?
is my brain small enough?
[repeat chorus, etc. etc.]
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I'm tired of self respect i can't afford a car i wanna be a prefab superstar I wanna be a tool don't need no soul wanna make big money playing rock and roll I'll make my music boring i'll play my music slow i ain't no artist, i'm a business man no ideas of my own I won't offend or rock the boat just sex and drugs and rock and roll Drool, drool, drool, drool, drool, drool my payola! drool, drool, drool, drool, drool, drool my payola! You'll pay ten bucks to see me on a fifteen foot high stage fatass bouncers kick the shit out of kids who try to dance If my friends say i've lost my guts i'll laugh and say that's rock and roll But there's just one problem [chorus] is my cock big enough is my brain small enough for you to make me a star give me a toot, i'll sell you my soul pull my strings and i'll go far And when i'm rich and meet bob hope we'll shoot some golf and shoot some dope Is my cock big enough? is my brain small enough? [repeat chorus, etc. etc.]
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