You’re a pinball, you’re a pop star, you’re an anatomically correct doll
You’re a lapdog, you’re a handjob, you’re a hole in the bathroom wall
You’re a pinball, man
You’re a pinball man, ow!
Everybody do the pinball
You’re a polymorphous politician, you’re a clown with a greasepaint smile
You’re a hammer, you’re a nail, you’re a gay priest in denial
You’re a pinball, man
You’re a pinball man, ow!
Everybody do the pinball
You’re a sycophant, you’re a scourge, you’re an anthem without any tune
You’re like fucking without any urge, you’re not a planet, you’re just a moon
You’re a pinball, man
You’re a pinball man, ow!
Everybody do the pinball
You’re a puppet with a hand up inside you, you’re an ego with an eating disorder
You ain’t nothing but a pinball man, and I ain’t giving you no quarter
You’re a pinball, man
You’re a pinball man, ow!
Everybody do the pinball
credits
from Crashing Into Things,
released February 7, 2014
Written by Crashing Into Things
Mike Isacson- Vocals, Bass
Adrian Southward- Guitar, Drums
Produced and Engineered by Crashing
Into Things with Chonka
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