Pull My Strings — текст песни (dead kennedys)

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!