Weasels are runnin me to death,
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I checked my gas there ain't much left.
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Still i will take a parting shot,
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Before I leave myself to rot.
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Barbaric motherfucking weasels
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Weasels
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Weasels
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Weasels have always been my friends,
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I've turned them loose now there's no end.
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Giants of rock tell giant lies,
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Weasels control the evil skies.
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Barbaric motherfucking weasels,
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Bad breath bad taste cause of diseases.
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I feel disgrace and I feel shame,
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I feel anger and I feel blame,
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I feel suspicion and I feel pride,
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I feel weasels on all sides.
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Weasels
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Weasels
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Weasels
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Weasels
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Weasels
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With guitars on t.v,
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Weasels
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Rewriting rock history,
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Weasels
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With an office and a chair,
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Weasels
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With nice butts and long silky hair.
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Weasels suck and weasels blow,
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Weasels control rock and roll
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Weasels control rock and roll
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Weasels control rock and roll
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Weasels control rock and roll
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Rock and roll
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Rock and roll
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Rock and roll
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Weasels
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Weasels
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| Iggy Pop |
