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/annoys?? box-trigger reporting for hunting [Chorus] 
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!) [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...) 
Manufactured ordinance, 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 holler ???? taste the martyr's skin 
No semper-fi (Nope), no saluter units 
Soldier the fire is more flesh than sulfer 
And when the automatic-jitters wiggle the ribs 
I feel so alive it don't matter which bitch's 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 of...
Shit, 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 brethren (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 YO
UR MAJOR M
ALFUNCTION!? [Chorus] 
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 way of life worthy of my saluting 
I'm calling for my orders, over (STRAP ON A HELMET AND START SHOOTING!) [Verse 3] 
I shimmy up out of the fox 
Hold the sword of the 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 smirked, sneaky detective work is aborted 
And it's no longer whisper-mode on the red alert 
No 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 suppers 
Treat the public like a tin can, riddled before it plummets (Brrrap!) 
But, adrenaline can lead to lazy-eye hassles 
So he list the little boy into the ??pin-up pineapple?? (Heh) 
Thats funny...
Bumps into the steel-toe 
Thats lovely, sum it up in (Oh, hell no!) 
And just as fast as the parachute cable snipped 
I was rag-doll, horizontal, two limbs short of fixed 
Link a baby pulled 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 far end line) (The **** is that?) 
STRAP ON A 
HELMET AND 
START SHOO
TING! [Chorus] 
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 way of life worthy of my saluting 
I'm calling for my orders, over 
STRAP ON A 
HELMET AND 
START SHOO
TING! [SHOOTING!: Repeat till fade out]