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