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.