Weasels - Iggy Pop

Weasels are runnin me to death

I checked my gas there ain’t much left

Still i will take a parting shot

Before I leave myself to rot

Barbaric motherfucking weasels

Weasels

Weasels

Weasels have always been my friends

I’ve turned them loose now there’s no end

Giants of rock tell giant lies

Weasels control the evil skies

Barbaric motherfucking weasels

Bad breath bad taste cause of diseases

I feel disgrace and I feel shame

I feel anger and I feel blame

I feel suspicion and I feel pride

I feel weasels on all sides

Weasels

Weasels

Weasels

Weasels

Weasels

With guitars on t.

v

Weasels

Rewriting rock history

Weasels

With an office and a chair

Weasels

With nice butts and long silky hair

Weasels suck and weasels blow

Weasels control rock and roll

Weasels control rock and roll

Weasels control rock and roll

Weasels control rock and roll

Rock and roll

Rock and roll

Rock and roll

Weasels