Aesop Rock - Winners Take All Lyrics
Parachute ratty, one bunk cord now the air is scooped badlyDripping out the sticks like a twig-tweed hammockMiter cut the cables for that quick, clean transitMiser took the big screen; Panic made a business cardAnkle out of whack, painkiller tobacco scrapWe navigate the yellow corn hype for the barnWhen the spotlight swiveled hard right over the farmPost up, 3 cheers for the gimpSpread thank you (3 on the right)Limp to the door, splint what he mangles (3 on the left)Yea I knew the percentagesBut the numbers were unaware of the grand finale's emphasisAnd over the scent of a thousand dead dogsAgent ?Zip-Zooka? swore to pull it off, GAMEFACEWalkie-talkies squawking up his hip regarding paratroopers: 20 (Ha!)Tug ??a noise/annoys?? box-trigger reporting for hunting[Hook]I have landed safelyI have not recieved my papersI have zero natural enemiesI don't know my locationI have no training in reconnaissance, combat or colludingI'm calling for my orders, over(STRAP ON A HELMET AND START SHOOTING!)[Verse 2]??? up in a killer horse, numb and bloodthirsty'Till the uncle spitter beg the pig to hug mercy (Ha!)240-below shit, kickers tickle the corpses (duck!)Duck the widow-maker, also manufactures swords (ok...)Manufactures ornaments, if it moves stick a fork in itWinners take all, killers rape all coordinatesUnfortunately, courted by the most tenacious gaurdianWhose aimless nature bait a holler ???? taste the martyr's skinNo ??semper-fide?? (Nope), no saluter unitsSoldier the fire is more flesh than sulferAnd when the automatic-jitters wiggle the ribsI feel so alive it don't matter which *****es litter is clipped (Bang!)Sun down, goggle up; canteen gobble-juiceTeargas nozzle up, brain buff hostile youthChop it up, lock a noose upon itYou will die for the glory of...Shit, I can't put my finger on itBut it's big! Big and legitimateJustify women and kiddie killer shit, iller it buildsSo he is not a natural predator, but can dismantle an AK-47Clean and rebuild before you can mayday bretheren (Mayday!)Muddy-gut snake eyes, she approaches cobras with an ugly muckAnd bloody Bowie knife clamped in the caninesWake 'em with that blind military mechanism set to bludgeonWHAT IS YOUR MAJOR MALFUNCTION!?[Hook]I have landed safelyI have not recieved my papersI have zero natural enemiesI don't know my locationI have no training in reconnaissance, combat or colludingI'm calling for my orders, over(STRAP ON A HELMET AND START SHOOTING!)I was standing at attention with a pocket full of weaponsAnd the will to walk a mile in the same fatigues that I slept inI have yet to find a day in life worthy of my salutingI'm calling for my orders, over(STRAP ON A HELMET AND START SHOOTING!)[Verse 3]I shimmy up out of the foxHold the sword of the only after having logged every cadaver accordinglyHigh scores keep our Tama-tongs enthralled(There is no course iller than no course at all)Okay, if his perspective is smirked, sneaky detective work is abortedAnd it's no longer whisper-mode on the red alertNo bed of dirt 'n' sniper rifle peeking out the bunker (uh!)Now I'm set in city looking for something to puncture (*gunshot*)Help me up, the numbers of the heroes sat at suppersTreat the public like a tin can, riddled before it plummets (Brrrap!)But, adrenaline can lead to lazy-eye hasslesSo he list the little boy into the ??pin-up pineapple?? (Heh)Thats funny...Bumps into the steel-toeThats lovely, sum it up in (Oh, hell no!)And just as fast as the parachute cable snippedI was rag-doll, horizontal, two limbs short of fixedLink a baby pulled around the standard issued weaponryWhile fading as a blemish in civility's memoryThey will step over the body for the looting..(Ready on the far end line)(The ***** is that?)STRAP ON A HELMET AND START SHOOTING![Hook]I have landed safelyI have not recieved my papersI have zero natural enemiesI don't know my locationI have no training in reconnaissance, combat or colludingI'm calling for my orders, over(STRAP ON A HELMET AND START SHOOTING!)I was standing at attention with a pocket full of weaponsAnd the will to walk a mile in the same fatigues that I slept inI have yet to find a day in life worthy of my salutingI'm calling for my orders, overSTRAP ON A HELMET AND START SHOOTING! [SHOOTING! (Repeat till fade out)]
