Weasel Face

Twenty four hours ago, no one could help me. I'm all alone in life, nowhere to go.

So I pick up my phone, call out for help. Someone please help me, I'm all alone.

Waste of space, waste of space, waste of space, waste of space, waste of space, waste of space.

It's way the best of my night

TV's on its own

He's my only friend

Only Christian Donald

I know Luther's choir

It's a rolling quagga

'Cause we're fighting hard

For peace in the world

Waste of face, waste of face, waste of face

Waste of face, waste of face, waste of face

Yeah