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Pull My Strings
7 568
Punk
Pull My Strings est sorti le 21 décembre 1987 par GoldState Music dans le cadre de l'album Give Me Convenience or Give Me Death
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Date de sortie21 décembre 1987
LabelGoldState Music
Qualité mélodique
Acoustique
Valence
Dansabilité
Énergie
BPM181

Crédits

INTERPRÉTATION
East Bay Ray
East Bay Ray
Guitare
Jello Biafra
Jello Biafra
Chant
Klaus Flouride
Klaus Flouride
Basse
Bruce Slesinger
Bruce Slesinger
Batterie
COMPOSITION ET PAROLES
Eric Boucher
Eric Boucher
Paroles/Composition
Raymond Pepperell
Raymond Pepperell
Paroles/Composition
Geoffrey Lyall
Geoffrey Lyall
Paroles/Composition
Darren Henley
Darren Henley
Paroles/Composition
Bruce Slesinger
Bruce Slesinger
Paroles/Composition
PRODUCTION ET INGÉNIERIE
Elliot F. Mazer
Elliot F. Mazer
Production

Paroles

Hold it!
We've gotta prove we're adults now
We're not a punk rock band, we're a new wave band
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
And here we go
And 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
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?
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
Guitar!
Everybody put your hands together
Is my cock big enough?
Is my brain small enough?
For you to make me a star
Everybody sing one time
Is my cock big enough?
Is my brain small enough?
For you to make me a star
Shut up and dance, everybody
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
One more time
Give me a toot
I'll sell you my soul
Pull my strings and I'll go far
And drool, drool, drool, drool, drool, drool
My Payola!
Drool, drool, drool, drool, drool, drool
My Payola!
Written by: Bruce Slesinger, Darren Henley, Eric Boucher, Geoffrey Lyall, Raymond Pepperell
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