Beta Satan - Party On The Death Star

Party on Iraq I will sing Put your fingers up we will sing Move your ass or drop No one will remember yesterday Who done wrote that anyway? Party on Iraq and I say Freckles get on top If we stay focused on the job maybe that'll show us you'll sing it too I'm sayin' how do you do? So party on Iraq I will sing did you stay to lose your ring did you stay to drop or did you stay to freaking want to lose your mind? did you leave it right behind? A pack of goodie-goodie boys, the king of rich white indie fools can't have retards get shoved in schools all over and across the USA Oh, let the fuckers have their way Party on Iraq and I am down to my last drugs [or rock i.e. crack, you know like co-caine] so I start staring at the rocks and I think "what the fucking fuck they gonna say?" or I could just rape my indie date Party on Iraq and I think Everybody sucks and I think mournful everytime I think somebody stole my fucking empathy Can evil work behind the mean? So, party on Iraq I will sing New Kids on the Block I will sing Sacrifice the wrists Why don't you just admit it's been a blast As if we thought it would last So, party on Iraq and we see Everybody's ring-a-ding-ding We smile and rave and dance to this hippie crap and it's all so fucking groovy, groovy, GROOVY! grooovy.... GROOVY! grooovy.... GROOVY!