Weasels
Iggy Pop · Beat 'em Up [2001]
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 deseases.
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 t.v,
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
Weasels
Iggy Pop's "Weasels" stands as a stark, minimalist song on the 2001 compilation *Beat 'em Up*, reflecting his enduring commitment to raw, unvarnished rock performance. Released during a period where Pop continued to explore the boundaries of punk and noise, the track exemplifies his signature style: a blend of aggressive vocal delivery and sparse instrumentation that prioritizes emotional impact over melodic complexity. As part of his extensive discography, the song captures the essence of his work from the late 1980s and beyond, where he frequently deconstructed traditional song structures to create unsettling yet captivating listening experiences. The recording serves as a testament to his ability to convey intensity through brevity, maintaining his status as a pivotal figure in the post-punk and alternative rock landscape.