Party With Saddam Lyrics - Still Stuck In Your Throat - Fishbone

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