Youngblood Bra** Band - Whiskey Tango Foxtrot

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Song lyrics :

(Oh sea, can you say die by brawns surly might?)

On the grid
Got a government contract to overcharge -- no bid
Less and less of us living large -- no sh**
A lesson plan about cutting art -- blow kiss
I love the way you say its for the kids -- quote this:
I love the way you make it fully legit
Cause you got a television bully pulpit
Whatd 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 aint weird enough.
Ya-ya-ya-ya, ya-ya, ya-ya, poof, fixed!
I love cynical, senseless, selfish tricks --
Now it sounds like America, sick!

Lets bow our heads and pray our teachers dont get raises
Lets pray our children get degrees that cost what spaceships do
America, youre 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 diasporas best slum, where Juliet runs d** 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, Im a bit unruly
Ignore UN rulings when a countryll sue me
Heres a cheerleader secret for you pom-pom heads:
Is that a riot? is just something that my mom says
(Oh, sh**, Judy!) Signed yours, truly
News flash: you cant 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 doesnt matter if we k** their dreams
Our most beaten-down always go and steal the scene, so:

Lets bow our heads and pray the poor will keep enlisting
Thank God were 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 arent that bright
And you eat like sh**.
You made our hearts cadence wed the off- and back-beat
So that their swaying hips wouldnt 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...

Lets bow our heads and pray that science is a put-on.
Lets pray that clarity of thought is just a pa**ing fad.
America, whos your dad?
Lets bow our heads and pray we privatize the whole thing
(Oh sea, can you say...
If you want your mail delivered now, youre going to have to pay
...die by brawns surly might?)
Lets make this sh** a feudal estate
Lets bow our heads...
Lets bow our heads...
Lets bow our heads...
Lets bow our heads...

(Oh sea, can you say...
Lets bow our heads and say a prayer tonight:
...die by brawns surly might?)
My cool America
(Oh sea, can you say...
Im still in love with you...
...die by brawns surly might?)

(Oh sea, can you say die by brawns surly might?)
(Oh sea, can you say die by brawns surly might?)

Lyrics added by user : Brandon Thomas

Song added date : 31.07.2021

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