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It looks like we all misjudged Sheryl Crow. Apparently she wasn't saying "War is not the answer." Her jacket was just covering up the extra letter the whole time.
I think it was this song she had in mind when she made her sequined shirt:
I at the time was a communist Lived on a collective farm She was a part-time anarchist Our sex went off like a bomb Living the life of a terrorist Looking for the man Saddam, Who gave me a gun as Iran to the sun If you die like a dog then you are then you are Saddam They shall drown in their own blood! Hail Saddam a go-go! Going to Saddam a go-go Everybody is there Business of strange bed fellows Makes you dance around like a bear Ein, Schwein, kick him in the eye Teamed up with the Asian eye They were the ones Who could rise with the sun As they lived in their planes And they died [repeat a lot!] How they died... Hail! The running paper tiger chases its own tail Hail Saddam a go-go He was someone who was there for people like me Hi there Saddam, loved the party Yes they're all here with me Bloody Saddam Loves you always, always a kick Bloody Saddam Even though the smell is making me sick As we sit on our roofs And cheer as your scuds fall like rain Here at the ancient ziggaraunt Saddam is presiding there Running around with a saxophone Where is the president, where? Here it comes, the black tornado Let's have a cheer for Sarajevo If you survive what falls out of his mind You'll make the political world
Me, I've always determined that Gwar is the answer for some things.
Thanks to Fredo for the revelation.