Baba Brinkman - Pagan Party lyrics

We goan' party like we just came home from war And have an old school Roman orgy We goan' party like it's Mardi Gras And we all gettin' drunk in Old New Orleans I'm-a take it back to the Golden Ages Before the plague made rap so dangerous Back to a place where the most contagious Rash was behavin' so outrageous Back in the day, when no cow was sacred That's when the pagans would go out naked To dance and play and have wild relations The pa**ionate way, with no hesitations This place is a nomad oasis Where people go mad or go back to basics As some grow fat on soul saturations I'm so glad I know where that place is Where no rat races sow active hatred And most have nothin' but mo' happy faces We goan' have one of those celebrations If we gotta take it back to Cro-Magnon ancients We goan' party like we just came home from war And have an old school Roman orgy We goan' party like it's Mardi Gras And we all gettin' drunk in Old New Orleans We goan' party like a war is over And no one in the downtown core is sober A cornucopia of gorgeous odors Roaring motors, and four-leafed clovers ‘Cause the whole world over there's no more exposure To any explosions, swords or soldiers And no more extortion of foreign cultures Where people get treated like organ donors For the vultures; party like there's no more onerous Bulldozers or border closures An no courts either to lord it over The people, and ignore the voters And no more debt-loads and mortgage holders And no poor workers and remorseless owners Party like the weight of all chores and homework Is born no more by mortal shoulders We goan' party like we just came home from war And have an old school Roman orgy We goan' party like it's Mardi Gras And we all gettin' drunk in Old New Orleans We goan' get rowdy like it's carnival Mardi Gras in the heart of New Orleans, y'all We got rich and poor, short and tall We got garbage haulers and Barbie dolls Blue-collar workers, rock stars and all We goan' get retarded to start it off And let the bar flow like a waterfall As unconscious bodies get carted off I know it's hard to stop when the jar is involved But it's not your fault if you drop the ball When it's all yeast, hops and barley malt And the floor ain't really that far to fall And your home ain't really that far to crawl And it ain't about logic, not at all So don't give no thought to the smartest call And get off the wall, ‘cause it's a party y'all We goan' party like we just came home from war And have an old school Roman orgy We goan' party like it's Mardi Gras And we all gettin' drunk in Old New Orleans