Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Pull My Strings , by - Dead Kennedys. Song from the album Give Me Convenience or Give Me Death, in the genre ПанкRelease date: 20.12.1987
Record label: Decay
Song language: English
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 |
| 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? |