Sierra Planes / What's My Name?

Light moves off the fallen and on to jungle rain

Light moves off the fallen, calling out my name

But I can’t hear the forest begging Cowell for fame

Light moves off the fallen, and on to sierra planes

I want light

I want hope

I want to swing

On my own jungle rope

We want light

And searing heat

Forget your chase and your former place,

We’re swimming in the sea

I want light

I want hope

I want to swing

On my own jungle rope

We want light

Around and above

With my jungle rains and sierra planes

Forever being love

Oh, I'm a wicked man

Oh, I've got my face in my hands

My connects will talk behind my back

But a table-tennis table's what I lack

My stepfather abused me

He started that when I was three

And as for pregnancy health,

My mother, she tried to kill herself

And my tortured mind has been filled

With the women and the children I've killed

Yeah my five hundred thousand are done,

But in the morning I'm due to be hung

Oh what's my name?

What's my name?

Saddam Hussein.