[Verse 1]
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Parachute ratty, one bunk cord now the air is scooped badly
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Dripping out the sticks like a twig-tweed hammock
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Miter cut the cables for that quick, clean transit
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Miser took the big screen; Panic made a business card
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Ankle out of whack, painkiller tobacco scrap
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We navigate the yellow corn hype for the barn
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When the spotlight swiveled hard right over the farm
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Post up, 3 cheers for the gimp
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Spread thank you (3 on the right)
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Limp to the door, splint what he mangles (3 on the left)
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Yea I knew the percentages
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But the numbers were unaware of the grand finale's emphasis
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And over the scent of a thousand dead dogs
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Agent ?Zip-Zooka? swore to pull it off, GAMEFACE
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Walkie-talkies squawking up his hip regarding paratroopers: 20 (Ha!)
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Tug ??a noise/annoys?? box-trigger reporting for hunting
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[Chorus]
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I have landed safely
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I have not recieved my papers
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I have zero natural enemies
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I don't know my location
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I have no training in reconnaissance, combat or colluding
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I'm calling for my orders, over
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(STRAP ON A HELMET AND START SHOOTING!)
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[Verse 2]
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??? up in a killer horse, numb and bloodthirsty
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'Till the uncle spitter beg the pig to hug mercy (Ha!)
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240-below shit, kickers tickle the corpses (duck!)
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Duck the widow-maker, also manufactures swords (ok...)
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Manufactured ordinance, if it moves stick a fork in it
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Winners take all, killers rape all coordinates
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Unfortunately, courted by the most tenacious gaurdian
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Whose aimless nature bait a holler ???? taste the martyr's skin
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No semper-fi (Nope), no saluter units
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Soldier the fire is more flesh than sulfer
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And when the automatic-jitters wiggle the ribs
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I feel so alive it don't matter which bitch's litter is clipped (Bang!)
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Sun down, goggle up; canteen gobble-juice
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Teargas nozzle up, brain buff hostile youth
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Chop it up, lock a noose upon it
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You will die for the glory of...Shit, I can't put my finger on it
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But it's big! Big and legitimate
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Justify women and kiddie killer shit, iller it builds
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So he is not a natural predator, but can dismantle an AK-47
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Clean and rebuild before you can mayday brethren (Mayday!)
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Muddy-gut snake eyes, he approaches cobras with an ugly muck
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And bloody Bowie knife clamped in the canines
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Wake 'em with that blind military mechanism set to bludgeon
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WHAT IS YOUR MAJOR MALFUNCTION!?
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[Chorus]
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I have landed safely
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I have not recieved my papers
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I have zero natural enemies
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I don't know my location
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I have no training in reconnaissance, combat or colluding
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I'm calling for my orders, over
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(STRAP ON A HELMET AND START SHOOTING!)
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I was standing at attention with a pocket full of weapons
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And the will to walk a mile in the same fatigues that I slept in
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I have yet to find a way of life worthy of my saluting
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I'm calling for my orders, over
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(STRAP ON A HELMET AND START SHOOTING!)
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[Verse 3]
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I shimmy up out of the fox
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Hold the sword of the only after having logged every cadaver accordingly
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High scores keep automatons enthralled
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(There is no cause iller than no cause at all)
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Okay, if his perspective is smirked, sneaky detective work is aborted
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And it's no longer whisper-mode on the red alert
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No bed of dirt 'n' sniper rifle peeking out the bunker (uh!)
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Now I'm set in city looking for something to puncture [gunshot]
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Help me up, the numbers of the heroes sat at suppers
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Treat the public like a tin can, riddled before it plummets (Brrrap!)
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But, adrenaline can lead to lazy-eye hassles
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So he list the little boy into the ??pin-up pineapple?? (Heh)
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Thats funny...Bumps into the steel-toe
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Thats lovely, sum it up in (Oh, hell no!)
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And just as fast as the parachute cable snipped
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I was rag-doll, horizontal, two limbs short of fixed
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Link a baby pulled around the standard issued weaponry
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While fading as a blemish in civility's memory
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They will step over the body for the looting..
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(Ready on the far end line)
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(The fuck is that?)
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STRAP ON A HELMET AND START SHOOTING!
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[Chorus]
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I have landed safely
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I have not recieved my papers
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I have zero natural enemies
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I don't know my location
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I have no training in reconnaissance, combat or colluding
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I'm calling for my orders, over
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(STRAP ON A HELMET AND START SHOOTING!)
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I was standing at attention with a pocket full of weapons
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And the will to walk a mile in the same fatigues that I slept in
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I have yet to find a way of life worthy of my saluting
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I'm calling for my orders, over
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STRAP ON A HELMET AND START SHOOTING! [SHOOTING!: Repeat till fade out]
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Winners Take All
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| Aesop Rock |
