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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; |
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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- |
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Zooka? swore to pull it off, |
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GAMEFACE Walkie-talkies squawking up his hip regarding paratroopers: 20 (Ha!) |
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Tug ??a noise/annoys?? box-trigger reporting for hunting [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 (STRAP ON A HELMET AND START SHOOTING!) [Verse 2] ??? up in a killer horse, numb and bloodthirsty ' |
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Till the uncle spitter beg the pig to hug mercy (Ha!) 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... |
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Shit, I can't put my finger on it |
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But it's big! |
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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 |
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AK-47 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 |
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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 YO |
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UR MAJOR M |
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ALFUNCTION!? [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 (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 |
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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 (STRAP ON A HELMET AND START SHOOTING!) [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 (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... |
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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.. (Ready on the far end line) (The **** is that?) |
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STRAP ON A |
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HELMET AND |
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START SHOO |
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TING! [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 (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 |
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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 |
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HELMET AND |
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START SHOO |
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TING! [SHOOTING!: Repeat till fade out] |