Song Description
Take a wild guess... "the list"
Song Length |
3:22 |
Genre |
Country - Contemporary |
Lead Vocal |
Male Vocal |
Language |
English |
Era |
2000 and later |
| |
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..."
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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."