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