paroles de chanson Winner Takes All - Aesop Rock
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.
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
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!'
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!'
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