Redacted 'Til We Rot |
Lyrics"Redacted 'Til We Rot (Epstein's Still Talkin')"By Yves Stilmant © 2025 Spoken Intro (plainspoken with a ghostly echo) "They said I was dead, but I'm still talkin'... Y'all can hide them names -- but I know every one of ya..." ________________________________________ Verse 1A They said it's nothin', just old news But them same old names wearin' fancy shoes Flew on that plane, took that ride And now they're runnin' like they got somethin' to hide Verse 1B Now they say, "Don't look, just move along" But even Marjorie's sayin' somethin's wrong She grabbed a flashlight and kicked down the gate While Trump's on Truth Social yellin' "deep state!" Pre-Chorus Now if you're clean, why you run so fast? Why you redacting names from the flight log past? We see the list -- we know the game And Epstein's ghost is callin' out names Chorus We're redacted 'til we rot, they're hidin' the truth Tryna save big names with a half-broke tooth Took a vacation when the files got hot Now they're sweatin' in church actin' like they forgot But the ghost is laughin' in a suit and tie -- We're redacted 'til we rot, and the truth won't die! Verse 2A Now Donald's crew got real quiet fast Soon as the files got dug from the past First they said "Fake!" then they said "Smear!" Now they're hidin' in Florida drinkin' lawyer beer Verse 2B Epstein's ghost wearin' aviators Floatin' past the investigators Sippin' tea on a golden yacht Sayin' "Ain't it funny who the cameras forgot?" Pre-Chorus From D.C. halls to TV shows They all said "Heck no -- not one of those!" But a redacted name is still a name And ghosts don't sleep when there's guilt and shame Chorus (again, keep it loud & clear) We're redacted 'til we rot, hidin' the facts Flyin' private jets with pedophile tracks Sayin' "It ain't me," while they pack and scoot But the whole dang thing smells rotten as fruit You can fool a few, but you can't fool fate -- We're redacted 'til we rot, and it's gettin' late! Bridge (spoken - direct ghost warning) "I seen the files, I seen the flights... I seen your parties, I seen your nights... You think the truth can be red-lined out? Think again -- I'm still floatin' about..." Final Chorus We're redacted 'til we rot, but the ghost don't quit He's hauntin' your golf course, watchin' you sit You can dodge the news, you can blame the press But folks back home are startin' to guess If y'all was clean, why you run and lie? We're redacted 'til we rot -- and justice don't die! Final Tag (spoken, plain): "Y'all can go on vacation... but the truth's comin' anyway." |
| Short Song Description: Take a wild guess... "the list" |
| Lyric Credits: Yves Stilmant |
| Music Credits: Yves Stilmant |
| Producer Credits: Lumiere Soundworks/Audio Alchemy Productions |
| Publisher Credits: Groove Tattoo Publishing |
| Performance Credits: Yves Stilmant |
| Song Length: 3:22 |
| Primary Genre: Country-Contemporary |
| Secondary Genre: - |
| Lead Vocal: Male Vocal |
| Language: English |
| Era: 2000 and later |