"Weasels" as written by and Whitney Kirst 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 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 [Repeat: x5]
With guitars on t.v,
Rewriting rock history,
With an office and a chair,
With nice butts and long silky hair.

Weasels suck and weasels blow,
Weasels control rock and roll [Repeat: x4]
Rock and roll
Rock and roll
Rock and roll

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"Weasels" as written by Whitey Kirst Iggy Pop

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