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Screeching Weasel (Screeching Weasel) · Born Against/Screeching Weasel (Born Against) · Weasel Mania (Screeching Weasel) · Something's Burnin' [Masked Weasel] (Kenny Rogers) · Pop Goes the Weasel [Single] (3rd Bass) · Bring Me My Shotgun [Masked Weasel] (Lightnin' Hopkins) · Back 2 the Weasel Ranch (Snakes-N-Angels) · Enough Is Enough (Billy Squier) · Enough Is Enough/Hear & Now/Creatures of Habit (Billy Squier) · Enough Is Enough (Robbie Rivera) – and 90 other albums »


She had Screeching Weasel
Playing on her radio
Her windows down she looked
at me and then she waved hello
I smiled back and thought about
sorry, for your story
i don't think that it was very fair of you
you jeff brown'd me

you said my songs are not all that complicated
the chorus's,
It's not your man that you're dreaming of
Your heart couldn't care enough
You're too tired to be in love
starts wondering it's like to be liked by everyone
And like everyone be just like anyone
And just wants to be so just like anyone

She reaches through
you don't belong
And your companion
Will not help you to navigate
For fear she may be wrong

And you're powered by
The hopeful lie
That it's just
While I was down in W.D.C.
Certain folks were not glad to see me
I just tried to get out the vote
But some little weasel must 'a dropped 'em
In the cool shade of the banana tree
On the rugged trail toward the balcony
A child of the twentieth century
A dried up Goliath and a weasel named
While I was down in W.D.C.
Certain folks were not glad to see me
I just tried to get out the vote
But some little weasel must 'a dropped 'em
While I was down in W.D.C.
Certain folks were not glad to see me
I just tried to get out the vote
But some little weasel must 'a dropped 'em
Listen to the sounds of you comentary- laughing
OH man please shut up, I've heard way more than enough!!

By my count it all ended - 17 CASSETTE TAPES
), the weasels and the feared
(and it's so wrong not to see? ), the ghosts of the disappeared
All gone away...

(instrumental)
Sometimes, when I'm
Yet another sluggard hour stumbles past,
It's no wonder life looks better through the bottom of a glass.
These bitter litanies you keep repeating,
While I was down in W.D.C.
Certain folks were not glad to see me
I just tried to get out the vote
But some little weasel must 'a dropped 'em
While I was down in W.D.C.
Certain folks were not glad to see me
I just tried to get out the vote
But some little weasel must 'a dropped 'em
and daughters
My soul would never still be satisfied

It's not enough, it's not enough
I could walk the world forever
Till my shoes were filled with blood
It's
I wish they leave me alone yo
        This was predicted not self-inflicted
        By the rapp outta the 'hood
        They picked it good
the spectator, the motivator
Shut up, shut up
And do it to yourself
I'm just an innocent bystander

Standing at the edge here
Enough for me to hover by the bit
s'posed to do?

Mr. Popeil!
Mr. Popeil!

(Now how much would you pay?)
But wait, there's more!
It's not sold in any store!
(Now how much would you
Oh baby, I loved you so much
No time is ever [Incomprehensible] enough to be close to you
It's not right when the moon light fade
And the kisses end,
I don't want the world to change
I like the way it is
Just give me one more wish
I can't get enough of this
When it gets to be alive
And not just
delusions
Always come and go
We're beaming down by satellite
This guerrilla warfare point of view
Manipulate the monster
Before it brings a change in you
While I was down in W.D.C.
Certain folks were not glad to see me
I just tried to get out the vote
But some little weasel must 'a dropped 'em
While I was down in W.D.C.
Certain folks were not glad to see me
I just tried to get out the vote
But some little weasel must 'a dropped 'em
While I was down in W.D.C.
Certain folks were not glad to see me
I just tried to get out the vote
But some little weasel must 'a dropped 'em
90 down hell's highway
Screeching
Despite the lifetime of preaching
Lord
Forgive me
I know not what I do
The trials and Tribs of life
Make me come