party poopers

We are the commie party poopers
We come to poo on your party
We're going to squat over a moving fan
And fling shit on your settee

The shit will hit ev-ery corner
And drop in your champagne glass
It comes with special complimentes
From the party pooper's arse

Because the snow that you are snorting
Did not fall out of the sky
The coke that's got you cavorting
Has come from hell to make you high

It's grown by cocaine socialistas
And right-wing paramilitaries
Another campesino's shot dead
Every time that you sneeze

The white powder has now turned red
And it's trickling out your nose
A village the army shot dead
Then dressed in guerilla clothes

'Cos a bounty's not a chocolate bar
It's a FARC member's head
Some ping-pong retaliations
Another village lying dead

'Cos the journey that this coke took
To end up up our nose
It was a bloody vicious one
And now everybody knows

That this party's not a fiesta
This one's nasty and right-wing
El Presidente or Dictator
Cocaine money brings them in

So when we're over our hangover
And claim we're socialists today
There's one thing we should remember

That this cocaine was brought to you by peasant murdering paramilitaries who were armed and funded by the C.I.A