Osama Yo Mama

Duration

4:04

Genres

Punk/Ska/Psychobilly

Lyrics

Osama Yo Mama 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!