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