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 goody-goody 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
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 every time
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!