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.
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.