Aesop Rock - Winners Take All lyrics

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

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)

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 ofshit
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!?

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)

I shimmy up out of the fox-hole, disorderly
Only after having logged
Every cadaver accordingly
High scores keep our Tama-tongs 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 funnybumps 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!

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!