Winners Take All

[Verse 1]

Parachute ratty, one bunk cord now the air is scooped badly

Dripping out the sticks like a twig-tweed hammock

Miter cut the cables for that quick, clean transit

Miser took the big screen; Panic made a business card

Ankle out of whack, painkiller tobacco scrap

We navigate the yellow corn hype for the barn

When the spotlight swiveled hard right over the farm

Post up, 3 cheers for the gimp

Spread thank you (3 on the right)

Limp to the door, splint what he mangles (3 on the left)

Yea I knew the percentages

But the numbers were unaware of the grand finale's emphasis

And over the scent of a thousand dead dogs

Agent Zip Zooka swore to pull it off, GAMEFACE

Walkie-talkies squawking up his hip regarding paratroopers: 20 (Ha!)

Tug a noise box trigger reporting for hunting

[Hook]

I have landed safely

I have not recieved my papers

I have zero natural enemies

I don't know my location

I have no training in reconnaissance, combat or colluding

I'm calling for my orders, over

(STRAP ON A HELMET AND START SHOOTING!)

[Verse 2]

Clonopin to kill a horse, numb and bloodthirsty

'Till the 'uncle' spitter beg a jungle pig to hug mercy (Ha!)

Two 40-below shit, kickers tickle the corpses (duck!)

Duck the widow-maker, also manufactures orphans (ok...)

Manufactures ornaments, if it moves stick a fork in it

Winners take all, killers rape all coordinates

Unfortunately, courted by the most tenacious gaurdian

Whose aimless nature bait a harlequin taste the martyr's skin

No Semper Fi (Nope), no saluter unit

Soldier the fire is more flesh than sulfur

And when the automatic-jitters wiggle the ribs

I feel so alive it don't matter which bitches litter is clipped (Bang!)

Sun down, goggle up canteen gobble-juice

Teargas nozzle up. Brain buff, hostile youth

Chop it up, lock a noose upon it

You will die for the glory of...Shit, I can't put my finger on it

But it's big! Big and legitimate

Justify women and kiddie killer shit, iller it builds

So he is not a natural predator, but can dismantle an AK-47

Clean and rebuild before you can mayday bretheren (Mayday!)

Muddy-gut snake eyes, he approaches cobras with an ugly muck

And bloody Bowie knife clamped in the canines

Wake 'em with that blind military mechanism set to bludgeon

WHAT IS YOUR MAJOR MALFUNCTION!?

[Hook]

I have landed safely

I have not recieved my papers

I have zero natural enemies

I don't know my location

I have no training in reconnaissance, combat or colluding

I'm calling for my orders, over

(STRAP ON A HELMET AND START SHOOTING!)

I was standing at attention with a pocket full of weapons

And the will to walk a mile in the same fatigues that I slept in

I have yet to find a day in life worthy of my saluting

I'm calling for my orders, over

(STRAP ON A HELMET AND START SHOOTING!)

[Verse 3]

I shimmy up out of the fox-hole, disorderly

Only after having logged every cadaver accordingly

High scores keep our automatons enthralled

(There is no cause iller than no cause at all)

Okay, if his perspective is merked, sneaky detective work is aborted

And it's no longer whisper-mode on the red alert

No bed of dirt sniper rifle peeking out the bunker (uh!)

Now I'm center city looking for something to puncture (*gunshot*)

Help me up, the numbers of the heroes sat at suppers

Treat the public like a tin can, riddled before it plummets (Brrrap!)

But, adrenaline can lead to lazy-eye hassles

So he missed the little boy inch the pin out the pineapple (Heh)

Thats funny...Bumps into the steel-toe

Thats lovely, sum it up in (Oh, hell no!)

And just as quick as the parachute cable snipped

I was rag-doll, horizontal, two limbs short of fixed

Link a baby pool around the standard issued weaponry

While fading as a blemish in civility's memory

They will step over the body for the looting..

(Ready on the firing line)

(The fuck is that?)

STRAP ON A HELMET AND START SHOOTING!

[Hook]

I have landed safely

I have not recieved my papers

I have zero natural enemies

I don't know my location

I have no training in reconnaissance, combat or colluding

I'm calling for my orders, over

(STRAP ON A HELMET AND START SHOOTING!)

I was standing at attention with a pocket full of weapons

And the will to walk a mile in the same fatigues that I slept in

I have yet to find a day in life worthy of my saluting

I'm calling for my orders, over

STRAP ON A HELMET AND START SHOOTING! [SHOOTING! (Repeat till fade out)]