Whiskey Tango Foxtrot song by Youngblood Brass Band from Primary Album Pax-volumi. The music is composed and produced by Joel. Genre is Rap music. The Record company is unknown. Released on September 13, 2013.
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Whiskey Tango Foxtrot Meaning
| [(Oh sea, can you say “die by brawn’s surly might?”) On the grid Got a government contract to overcharge — no bid Less and less of us living large — no shit A lesson plan about cutting art — blow kiss I love the way you say it’s for the kids — quote this: I love the way you make it fully legit Cause you got a television bully pulpit What’d the pope say? Jesus never asked a leper for a co-pay One for the money Two for the… (what?) money Are you a senator? You for the money We lose all the money “The truth or the money” “The youth are the money” We stupid for money Is it clear enough? “Yeah, but it ain’t weird enough.” Ya-ya-ya-ya, ya-ya, ya-ya, poof, fixed! “I love cynical, senseless, selfish tricks” — Now it sounds like America, sick! , Let’s bow our heads and pray our teachers don’t get raises Let’s pray our children get degrees that cost what spaceships do America, you’re so cool (All for one, all for one, all for one…) All for more bravado The chart leads to the delta, echoing across the gulf A hotel in diaspora’s best slum, where Juliet runs drugs by the kilo Leave the mic alone No embers or scars Give me the flame, but no plot? Whiskey tango foxtrot?! America, why the long face? So we broke our vows So failure tagged us ‘it,’ The mortal pang in Stanley Kunitz’ flaming wheel of bones. You made us run amok You made us grab the largest pieces of metal and froth and clang So what good is lyric, Orpheus? What good the nail? What notes now? “Get off of it!” I admit, I’m a bit unruly Ignore UN rulings when a country’ll sue me Here’s a cheerleader secret for you pom-pom heads: ‘Is that a riot?’ is just something that my mom says (Oh, shit, Judy!) Signed yours, truly News flash: you can’t cover your chemo? Move fast to where they care about people For real, though, I love all the music we make I love the beautiful states I love hip-hop and rock I love the usual things I love my black tube socks I love drum line, drum corps, drum trolls, drum war Drum rolls, drum lore, kids that want to drum more Shadow on my wrist, battle EQ with a fist Like “ba-goo-ba-goo-ba-goo ju-ju-ju gock!” It doesn’t matter if we kill their dreams Our most beaten-down always go and steal the scene, so: , Let’s bow our heads and pray the poor will keep enlisting Thank God we’re sending them to war to fight for CEOs America, I thought we were bros? (Hit hard, hit hard, hit hard…) Hit up a Quebecois hospital When in Rome, explode See no error A unified form, poorly fitted To the victor goes the gilded cow An ex-marine denied pension All chains yanked For your service, you lose. (You lose! Hit me!) Whiskey tango foxtrot?! America, no one can beat you in gun crime No one can touch you in musical revolutions But your kids aren’t that bright And you eat like shit. You made our hearts’ cadence wed the off- and back-beat So that their swaying hips wouldn’t arouse suspicion farther north You created colloquialisms that mean the opposite of their literal definition And then made that policy an international platform: An exchange for merit A bartering professional, a ‘charm offensive,’ And a hearse for every ode. America, our concertmaster You must conduct yourself from that gloriously-out-of-tune piano The soloist is stoned Othar Turner says “heap see, but mighty few know.’ While the world makes flesh of flesh, we etch our names in gold. We fetch our flaming bones… We fetch our flaming bones… We fetch our flaming bones… , Let’s bow our heads and pray that science is a put-on. Let’s pray that clarity of thought is just a passing fad. America, who’s your dad? Let’s bow our heads and pray we privatize the whole thing (Oh sea, can you say… If you want your mail delivered now, you’re going to have to pay …”die by brawn’s surly might?”) Let’s make this shit a feudal estate Let’s bow our heads… Let’s bow our heads… Let’s bow our heads… Let’s bow our heads… (Oh sea, can you say… Let’s bow our heads and say a prayer tonight: …”die by brawn’s surly might?”) My cool America (Oh sea, can you say… I’m still in love with you… …”die by brawn’s surly might?”) (Oh sea, can you say “die by brawn’s surly might?”) (Oh sea, can you say “die by brawn’s surly might?”)] |
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