punk, do bom. Jello Biafra, activista político dos que levam a coisa muito a sério.
Genuíno, ingénuo, forte, gozão, muita coisa cabe em Dead Kennedys - tal como em Jello Biafra, o homem-mentor da banda. Ele vai estar cá já esta noite. Infelizmente não vou poder vê-lo com a sua nova banda (The Guantanamo School of Medicine, nome sugestivo) mas nada me impede de recordar.
Pull My Strings, do álbum Give Me Convenience or Give Me Death. ( letra está mais abaixo)
"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
[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
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? [Repeat chorus, etc. etc.]
(letra tirada daqui - foi o primeiro resultado no google...)
