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Текст (слова) песни: Dead Kennedys - Pull My Strings

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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