Dead Kennedys - Pull My Strings Lyrics
Im tired of self respectI cant afford a carI wanna be a prefab superstarI wanna be a toolDont need no soulWanna make big moneyPlaying rock and rollIll make my music boringIll play my music slowI aint no artist, Im a business manNo ideas of my ownI wont offendOr rock the boatJust sex and drugsAnd rock and rollDrool, drool, drool, drool, drool, droolMy payola!Drool, drool, drool, drool, drool, droolMy payola!Youll pay ten bucks to see meOn a fifteen foot high stageFatass bouncers kick the shitOut of kids who try to danceIf my friends sayIve lost my gutsIll laugh and sayThats rock and rollBut theres just one problemChorusIs my ***** big enoughIs my brain small enoughFor you to make me a starGive me a toot, Ill sell you my soulPull my strings and Ill go farAnd when Im richAnd meet bob hopeWell shoot some golfAnd shoot some dopeIs my ***** big enough?Is my brain small enough?Repeat chorus, etc. etc