Текст (слова) песни: Dead Kennedys - Pull My Strings
I died of self respect, i cant afford a car I wanna be a pre-fab superstar i wanna be a tool, dont need no soul, wanna make big money playing rock n` roll I`ll make my music boring, i`ll play my music slow i aint no artist i`m a business man no ideas of my own i wont defend or rock the boat just sex and drugs and rock n` roll and here we go its DROOL x6 MY PAYOLA DROOL x6 MY PAYOLA you`ll pay 10 bucks to see me, on a 15-foot high stage fat ass bouncers kick the shit out of kids who try to dance if my friends say i lost my guts i`ll laugh and say "thats 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 x2 and when im rich and meet bob hope we`ll shoot some golf and shoot some dope chorus followed by guitar solo chorus x3 give me a toot, i`ll sell you my soul pull my strings and i`ll go far x2 DROOL x6 MY PAYOLA!
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