Winners Take All by Aesop Rock from album Fast Cars, Danger, Fire and Knives
Duration : 4 minutes & 46 seconds.
Listener : 24703 peoples.
Played : 96500 times and counting.
Parachute ratty
One bunk chord, 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 tuck the big screen panic near the business card
Ankle out of whack
Painkiller debacle
Scrappy navigate the yellow corn height for the barn when the spot light swivel hard right over the farm
Post up
3 cheers for the gimp sprint, thank you
Limp to the door, splint what he mangled
Oh yeah, 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
Game face
Walkie-talkie squawking off his hip regarding paratrooper's 20
Tug a noise box trigger, reporting for hunting.
CHORUS
I have landed safely
I have not received 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!'
Klonopin to kill a horse, numb and blood thirsty 'til the 'uncle' spitter beg a jungle pig to hug mercy
Two 40-below shitkickers tickle the corpses
Duck, the widow maker also manufactures orphans
Manufactures ordanance, if it moves stick a fork in it
Winners take all, killers rape all coordinates
Unfortunately courted by the most tenacious guardians whose aimless nature bait a harlequin to taste the martyr skin
No semper fi
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
Sun down, goggle up
Canteen, gobble juice
Tear gas, 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 kiddy killer shit; iller it builds
So he is not a natural predator but could dismantle an AK-47, clean and rebuild before you could mayday brethren
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
CHORUS
I have landed safely
I have not received 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'm 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 foxhole, disorderly, only after having logged every cadaver accordingly
High scores keep automatons enthralled
There is no cause iller than no cause at all
Okay, if his perspective is merc'd, sneaky detective work is aborted
And it's no longer whisper mode on the red alert
No bed of dirt sniper rifle peaking out the bunker
Now I'm center city looking for something to puncture
Help me up the numbers or the hero status suffers,
Treat the public like a tin can riddled before it plummets,
But adrenaline could lead to lazy eye hassles
So he missed the little boy and
Took the the pin out the pineapple
That's funny
Bumps into the steel toe
That's lovely
Sum it up in 'aw, hell no'
And just as quick as the parachute cable snipped,
I was rag doll horizontal;
Two limbs short of fixed.
Leak a baby pool around the standard issue weaponry
while fading as a blemish in civility's memory,
they will step over the body for the looting...
(Ready on the firing line.)
(What the fuck was that?)
'Strap on a helmet and start shooting!'
CHORUS
I have landed safely
I have not received 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'm 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!'
