Party With Saddam

Millions of times the earth has spun
 We must get dizzy going 'round the sun
 It ain't no wonder why minds are gone
 Can we help them understand
 It's like I need a place to run
 And jump off buildings just for fun
 Serve up my flesh before it's done
 Politicians need a hand
 We won't see the end
 If we party till our colors blend
 Party till Saddam's your friend
 Never drop a bomb again
 All right
 We can break the chains
 If we party like our blood's the same
 Party till we lose our aim
 Never shoot a gun again
 The monsters live and children die
 The blanket snatched from over their eyes
 We're all to blame when we stand by
 But we don't know what to say
 They want a fight and dare us to try
 And in result the whole world dies
 Then who'll be left to answer why
 There's got to be a better way
 We won't see the end
 If we party till our colors blend
 'cause the Bush's and Bin Laden's are friends
 Never drop a bomb again
 All right
 We can break the chains
 If we party like our blood's the same
 Party till we lose our aim
 Never shoot a gun again
 Millions of dollars are spent on a piece
 Of what I don't know,
 but it sure ain't peace of mind
 If we keep fighting then war won't cease
 Until all have died they'll fight back every time
 We'll get together and have some fun then life is won
 In that there is no crime
 Real peace don't cost a dime
 Too mucha blood them a spilling
 Too mucha life them a stealing
 They come together for a deal
 Super power, super money, super killing
 A time for true emancipation
 Don't want no pseudo-liberation
 A time for evil get replaced
 So we love and make it push in outer space
 Hey, we won't see the end
 P-P-P-Party till our colors blend
 Party till Saddam's your friend
 Never drop a bomb again
 Can ya imagine Arnie partying with Tookie
 Smoking and drinking till they lose their cookies
 Crips are cousins, Bloods are brothers
 Family can love one another
 We're gonna party with Pinochet
 He gonna sing the karaoke
 We're gonna party with Mobutu
 He's a lindy hopping dancing fool
 Party with Condaleeza Rice, now
 She like to shake it all night y'all
 Party up with Tony Blair
 Throw your hands up in the air
 Party with Fidel Castro
 He like to do it real low and slow
 Party with Vladimir Putin
 He like to breakdance and headspin
 Party with Kim Jong-Il
 He got the North Korean down-home feel
 But let's not forget Hitler
 We gonna pull up Rwanda
 We gonna bring 'em all for dinner
 To meet mama and papa
 Ma ma ma you gotta gotta gotta party
 Party with Saddam y'all
 Party to the end y'all
 You gotta party
 Oh yeah, all right