We now have our very own song to sing when we blast those chutes out of the sky with glee.
With thanks to Shane and apologies to Nancy Sinatra, I bring you "These Chutes Are Made For Popping"
You keep braying you got something for me
Something you call honor but confess
You've been a'dyin' where you shouldn't 've been a'flyin'
And now someone else is aiming at your chest
Well, these chutes are made for popping, and that's just what we'll do
One of these days these chutes are gonna bleed all over you
You keep tryin' when you oughta be scootin'
You keep bailing and you oughta not fret
You keep flamin' when you oughta be a'changin'
What's right is right but you ain't been right yet
These chutes are made for popping, and that's just what we'll do
One of these days these chutes are gonna bleed all over you
You keep braying where you shouldn't be playing
And you keep thinking that you'll never get burnt (HAH)
Well, I've just found me a brand new box of matches (YEAH)
And what we know you ain't had time to learn
These chutes are made for popping, and that's just what we'll do
One of these days these chutes are gonna bleed all over you
SPOKEN
Are you ready, chutes?
Start poppin'
Ack-Ack