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Iggy Pop
Iggy Pop


Background information
Birth name James Newell Osterberg, Jr.
Born April 21, 1947
Born place Muskegon, Michigan, United States
Genre(s) Garage Rock
Hard Rock
Glam Rock
Years active 1967—present
Label(s) RCA Records
Virgin Records
Elektra Records
Associated acts Slash
David Bowie
The Stooges
The Iguanas
The Trolls
The Nymphs
Website Website



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Iggy Pop Album


Beat 'Em Up (2001)
2001
1.
2.
3.
4.
5.
Savior
6.
Beat 'Em Up
7.
8.
The Jerk
9.
10.
Go for the Throat
11.
12.
13.
It's All Shit
14.
Ugliness
15.
V.I.P.
. . .


You're wearing a mask
You're wearing a mask
You're wearing a mask
You look better that way
You're wearing a mask
You're wearing a mask
You're wearing a mask
You look better that way
Are you my friend ?
Are you my plumber ?
Are you my God ?
What do you do ?
Wearing a mask
You're wearing a mask
You're wearing a mask
Which mask are you ?
Which mask are you ?
Complicated crushed up disappointed squirming angry thrusting stabbing regretting starving greedy human alien being, struggling down the street, up the alley, in the elevator, through the party, to the office, in the bedroom, on your way to the morgue. Bullshitting, lying, doing a good deed or feeling loved barely possible. Aware of insatiable demands of not a society all around you. Chunky frat boys in their shorts, pimps with old semite eyes, sex hoochies of the jungle, sensitive smart alec college graduates, critics fronting franticly in New York city, every body in L.A just plain licking ass or having it licked, irony in place of balls, balls in place of brains, brains in place of soul, where is the soul?, where is the love?, where am i?
Which mask are you ?
Which mask are you ?
Which mask are you ?
You're wearing a mask
You're wearing a mask
You're wearing a mask
which mask are you ?

. . .


I got my work
I got my work
The profit of doom is walking the beach
With a psychotic breakdown cardboard sign
Everything's faked and there's nothing to teach,
And there's no point in running crying

And i'm l.o.s.t. lost
I'm l.o.s.t. lost
I'm l.o.s.t. lost
I'm l.o.s.t. lost
In a garden of evil
In a garden of evil
In a garden of evil
In a garden of evil
Evil

I walk through the filthy sterile wasteland
When i'm no good they'll dump me on a scrap heap to die
Giant american tyrannosaur,
Even the animals are running away.
I'm l.o.s.t. lost
I'm l.o.s.t. lost
I'm l.o.s.t. lost
I'm l.o.s.t. lost
l.o.s.t. lost
In a garden of evil
In a garden of evil
In a garden of evil
In a garden of evil
Evil
Evil baby
I got my work
Yeah

I walk through the filthy sterile wasteland
when i'm no good they'll dump me on a scrap heap to die
Giant american tyrannosaur,
Even the animals are running away

I'm l.o.s.t. lost
I'm l.o.s.t. lost
I'm l.o.s.t. lost
I'm l.o.s.t. lost

. . .


Hoooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooowl
Hoooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooowl

Fuck it
I feel like howling
Got nowhere to turn
They'll kill you
For your spirit
This is what you learn
The music of tomorrow is
What you feel today
The owners of the future
Is not the one they say
A mountain of faces
Is rapin' my ear
I'm glad that my pride is
Stronger than my fear
I'm howling, baby
I'm howling, baby
Howling, baby
I knew the producer
He's got lots of tricks
He is the starmaker
The bands are little pricks

The music of tomorrow is
What you feel today
The owners of the future
Is not the one they say
A mountain of faces
Is rapin' my ear
I'm glad that my pride is
Stronger than my fear
I'm howling, baby
I'm howling, baby
I'm howling, baby
I'm howling, baby
Howling, baby
Howling, baby
Howling, baby
Howling, baby
I'm howling, baby

. . .


I'm a football baby,
Rollin' round the field.
I've been passed and fumbled,
Till I don't know what I feel.
Everybody's the same,
They're all footballs too.
Setting up the big play
And trying to score.

I'm a football baby
In a football game
I'm a football baby
Run--kick

Life's a football game,
As every chump and champ knows.
We don't'

. . .

Savior

[No lyrics]

. . .

Beat 'Em Up

[No lyrics]

. . .


Look what you have done,
Ruined every single one.
See what fools they are,
Jealous of a simple star.
Feel the 4 winds blow,
Let the sword hang low (baby)

Life's to take,
Says the talking snake,
Everybody should be happy
Life's to take,
Says the talking snake,
Everybody should be happy

To tell the sucking truth,
Everybody's dreams get used.
Twist me till i drip,
Liquid of emotions ripped.
Every hungry soul,
Hides a hungry fool (baby)

Life's to take,
Says the talking snake,
Everybody should be happy
Life's to take,
Says the talking snake,
Everybody should be happy

Feel the 4 winds blow,
Let the sword hang low (baby)

Life's to take,
Says the talking snake,
Everybody should be happy
Life's to take,
Says the talking snake,
Everybody should be happy
Should be happy
Should be happy

. . .

The Jerk

[No lyrics]

. . .


Death is the best
Better than all the rest
On the dutiful lies in the rock paradise
Losses and wear and the texture of age
Adds a truth to the heart
And a light to the face
It's good when you don't give as
Much of a fuck
As you did when the threats mount
To make you suck
A burst of rage
A lively cry
Emotions wide
Your death is certain for sure
My death is certain alright
But death is certain no cure
‘Cause death is certain
‘Cause death is certain so why ?
Gotta diiiiiiiiie
A bone and a skull
In a conjugal hell
A mall full of gall
And the music jerks off
Pale and fate
At the table they sat
With their necks choking tight
In their collars dead white
Liquor and food ‘till
They spin and explode
In a shower of crap
In America's lap
A pliceman's numb
A lazy bum
Emotions come
‘Cause death is certain it's sure
‘Cause death is certain it's pure
‘Cause death is certain no cure
‘Cause death is certain
‘Cause death is certain that's why
Gotta die
Alright
Alright
Well, alright
Alright
Alright
Alright
Alright
Alright
Alright

A beast with legs
A kid who's numb
A lazy bum
Your death is certain it's sure
‘Cause death is certain it's pure
‘Cause death is certain no cure
‘Cause death is certain

. . .

Go for the Throat

[No 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 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

. . .


Blood !!!
Stupid is stupid,
Dumb is dumb,
Bloody is bloody,
Cum is cum,
Fake is fake,
A dick is a dick,
You're a target in the new demographic.

We most need victims to be beaten,
Real rotten samples to be beaten,
Drink new blood,
Drink new blood,
Drink drink drink drink drink new blood,
Drink new blood,
Drink new blood,
Drink drink drink drink drink new blood

We got no dicks,
We need some bucks,
Drink new blood,
Drink new blood,
Drink drink drink drink Drink new blood,
So we need to drink new blood,
Blood !
Blood !

Mom and dad who are they ?
You got any money but are you gonna pay ?
You're gonna pay for shit music,
Pay for shit food,
Pay for everything cuz nobody wants you !
We most need victims to be beaten,
These nasty kids need to be eaten,

Drink new blood,
Drink new blood,
Drink drink drink drink drink new blood,
Drink new blood,
Drink new blood,
Drink drink drink drink drink new blood,
We got no dicks,
We need some bucks,
So we need to drink new blood,
Drink new blood,
Drink new blood,
Drink drink drink drink Drink new blood,
Blood !
Blood !

Nobody likes you,
Nobody cares at all,
Your money is fucked 'up,
Everything is fucked 'up in your life,
Money money money,
That's all that will save you,
You'll never get enough anyway !

We most need victims to be beaten,
These nasty kids need to be eaten,
Drink new blood,
Drink new blood,
Drink drink drink drink drink new blood,
Drink new blood,
Drink new blood,
Drink drink drink drink drink new blood,
We got no dicks,
We need some bucks,
So we need to drink some blood,
Drink new blood,
Drink new blood,
Drink drink drink drink drink new blood,
Outburst ! Outburst ! Outburst ! Outburst !
Infantile violent
Outburst !
Aaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh !
Aaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh !

Drink new blood,
Drink ne

. . .

It's All Shit

[No lyrics]

. . .

Ugliness

[No lyrics]

. . .

V.I.P.

[No lyrics]

. . .


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