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    [Verse 1]
    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...)
    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 holler ???? taste the martyr's skin
    No ??semper-fide?? (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 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 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 bretheren (Mayday!)
    Muddy-gut snake eyes, she 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 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!)

    [Verse 3]
    I shimmy up out of the fox
    Hold the sword of the only after having logged every cadaver accordingly
    High scores keep our Tama-tongs enthralled
    (There is no course iller than no course 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 fuck is that?)
    STRAP ON A HELMET AND START SHOOTING!

    [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 day in life worthy of my saluting
    I'm calling for my orders, over
    STRAP ON A HELMET AND START SHOOTING! [SHOOTING!: Repeat till fade out]

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