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
© Fishbone