Lyrics

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 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