Weasels Songtext
von Iggy Pop

Weasels

Weasels are running 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 your disgrace and I feel your shame
I feel your anger and I feel your blame
I feel your suspicion and I feel your pride
I feel your weasels on all sides

Weasels
Weasels
Weasels
Weasels
Weasels

With guitars on TV (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