This requires my treatment. *types quickly before Ocha reports him*
It's our party we can do what we want (no drama) [As opposed to those state-regulated parties organised by The Man]
It's our party we can say what we want (Mike will made) [Even if it makes no grammatical sense, it seems]
It's our party we can love who we want [But is love not blind, my dear? Does it not come unexpected and unannounced into your delicate heart?]
We can kiss who we want [Er... that could get you arrested, darling]
We can sing what we want [As opposed to those state-regulated national anthems that are forced upon the public]
It's our party we can do what we want
It's our party we can say what we want
It's our party we can love who we want
We can kiss who we want
We can sing what we want [It troubles me that you had to repeat this]
Red cups and sweaty bodies everywhere [Sounds just awful]
Hands in the air like we don't care [As opposed to those state-regulated limb elevations. I wonder what it looks like when people who CARE put their arms in the air? Nazi salutes, maybe? I dunno. I guess it's a true sign of recklessness to lift your arms with no functional intention. I used to think it was political manifestos and lobbying. But I guess illogical arm movements is all you kids can manage these days]
'Cause we came to have so much fun now [Oh, THAT'S why you came to the party? I wasn't sure]
Bet somebody here might get some now [I think there's a very good chance, ya little scamp]
If you're not ready to go home
Can I get a "Hell, no!"? (Hell no) [Some of us have jobs and welfare babies to get back to, Miley. Unlock the fucking doors!]
'Cause we're gonna go all night
'Til we see the sunlight, alright [Yes, it's very likely you will indeed see sunlight after going all night. It's a pattern that's established itself in nature due to the orbits of the planets around the sun that causes... MILEY! ARE YOU LISTENING?]
So la da di da di [Well that showed the Establishment!]
We like to party [Yeah, I gathered that]
Dancing with molly* [Oh ho ho! You take it easy there, Dan Brown!]
Doing whatever we want [Jesus Christ, Miley, what are you so paranoid about? It's like you're expecting a SWAT team to crash through the window and tell you you're being naughty. Fucking relax. It's a party. We KNOW that there are no rules. Calm the fuck down, woman!]
This is our house [And just how did you kids get a mortgage?]
This is our rules [I think there are some different rules that you need to learn right now]
And we can't stop [I think you can]
And we won't stop [Yet your previous line implied that you had a choice. This is a deterministic quandary...]
Can't you see it's we who own the night? [Er... no... the instruments of the democratic state still apply when the sun goes down]
Can't you see it's we who 'bout that life? [Ah yes, how foolish of me. For long years I have laboured under the delusion that it was I who was about that life. Yet now I see my wretchedness. For it was you, Miley, all along, who was about that life, and I never once glimpsed the majesty of your knowing. All those parties, all those moments of joy and pleasure - they were but a quantum of your zenith. To ride with you, to run through the night with your multi-ethnic friends, loving whom I please, gyrating with the juices of an extraordinary life - this shall be the dream that haunts me in the twilight of my years]
And we can't stop
And we won't stop
We run things, things don't run we [I weep for your future rape-babies]
Don't take nothing from nobody [Yet you profit from the insecurities of youth]
Yeah, yeah [No. Just no.]
It's our party we can do what we want
It's our party we can say what we want
It's our party we can love who we want
We can kiss who we want
We can sing what we want [Doesn't mean you should though. That's called responsibility, young lady]
To my home girls here with the big butt [You mean BLACK WOMEN?]
Shaking it like we at a strip club [Dream big, Miley. Dream big.]
Remember only God can judge ya [No. We're all quite capable of judging you. Look! I'm doing it now.]
Forget the haters 'cause somebody loves ya [Yet your generation makes constant reference to the haters and thus demonstrate how troubled you are by them]
And everyone in line in the bathroom
Trying to get a line in the bathroom [I thought this was YOUR HOUSE and YOUR PARTY? Why are you forcing people to go to the bathroom for their coke? What kind of sick segregating sadist fuck are you?]
We all so turned up here
Getting turned up, yeah, yeah [Yes, who needs the rich experience of a full life when you can simply shovel powder up your nose in a sweaty bathroom?]
So la da di da di [Sing it, Guevara!]
We like to party [Yeah, I got it]
Dancing with Molly*
Doing whatever we want [except putting the coke in an easily accessible central area, it seems]
This is our house
This is our rules
And we can't stop
And we won't stop
Can't you see it's we who own the night?
Can't you see it's we who 'bout that life?
And we can't stop
And we won't stop
We run things, things don't run we
Don't take nothing from nobody
Yeah, yeah
It's our party we can do what we want
It's our party we can say what we want
It's our party we can love who we want
We can kiss who we want
We can sing what we want
It's our party we can do what we want to
It's our house we can love who we want to
It's our song we can sing if we want to
It's my mouth I can say what I want to
Say yeah, yeah, yeah, ehh
And we can't stop, yeah
And we won't stop, oh
Can't you see it's we who own the night?
Can't you see it's we who 'bout that life?
And we can't stop
And we won't stop
We run things, things don't run we
Don't take nothing from nobody
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, ehh [Sit down before you hurt yourself]
In summary, this girl contributes nothing to humanity and has squandered the fleeting chance she had to improve some human lives.
