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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

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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

©℗ Querc Records 2014

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Crashing Into Things Victoria, British Columbia

Working class art rock from Victoria BC

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