Osama Yo Mama

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Pssst, Got freedom?

Politics shmolitics, shut the f___ up. Mixed with music causing
rolling eyeballs of disbelief. OMG the sheep may safely graze.
While legitimate story tellers are marginalized and discounted
for attempts at truth.

lyrics

Obama Yo Momma

Words & music by J. D. & The Whale,

© 2012 Fiat Lux! ASCAP


His name’s Saddam Hussein,
he plays with war like a game

He preys on the rich and poor,
he’s the devil at our door

U.S. force is on the way,
there’s goanna be hell to pay

And the parents pray and pray
that their children live for an other day

Before the bullets fly and the rockets flare,
bombs are bursting in the air

Does it matter at all if you really care?
Just try hard not to catch your share

Of all the blood and all the gore,
there aint no need to fight this war

So tell me, what are we fighting for,
before I go down to the killing floor?


The Middle East about to ignite
into a thousand points of light

On a starless desert night,
you should know what’s wrong or right

Before the bullets fly and the rockets flare,
bombs are bursting in the air

Does it matter at all if you really care,
just try hard not to catch your share

Of all the blood and all the gore,
there aint no need to fight this war

So tell me, what‘s the killing for?
Before I go down to the killing floor




The leaders of our nation plead
and watch us sacrifice with glee

They tell us that we’re totally free,
to live our lives upon our knees

I won’t give my life for that one percent
that owns the U.S. Government

How many of our lives are spent
to pay a billion dollars rent?

With all the blood and all the gore,
there aint no need to fight this war

So tell me, who are we fighting for?
Before I go down to the killing floor


The leaders of our country
have betrayed our sacred trust

For money, lust and power
they will grind us into dust

And all the fears that devastate
the psyche of our modern fate

Won’t heal the wounds or close the gate,
for only love can conquer hate


His name’s Saddam Hussein,
he plays with war like a game

He preys on the rich and poor,
he’s the devil at our door

U.S. force is on the way,
there’s goanna be hell to pay

And the parents pray and pray
that their children live for an other day

Before the bullets fly and the rockets flare,
bombs are bursting in the air

Does it matter at all if you really care,
just try hard not to catch your share

Of all the blood and all the gore,
there aint no need to fight this war

So tell me, what am I dying for?
Before I go down to the killing floor

Osama yo mama!

credits

from Here In America, released March 15, 2012
The Whale - vocal, guitars, parade snare and field artillery;
Craig Furkas – keyboards; Ric Cruz – fretless bass;
Ray Kobeski – drums; Lee A. Tijerina - tenor saxophone.

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