Letra de Pull My Strings - Dead Kennedys

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 businessman
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
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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
And 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
(Chorus)