Lamb Of God - Contractor lyrics

Chopping lines in international sand Feeding blood junkie habits of the elephant man Quench his thirst with Black Water rising Executive outcomes on a burning horizon Yeah motherf**er, let's take a ride We're rolling route Irish, someone has got to die Trick or treat, it's IEDs So roll the dice as we leave cause it's near 8 miles of pure luck with more bang for Sam's buck Guaran-f**ing-teed, someone will bleed Privatize to conceal all the lies big business is booming like its the 4th of July No need for all the formalities Jump the kangaroo courts and plant the lynching trees Yeah motherf**er, let's take a ride Running red lights in a green zone, someone has got to die Hidden Aegis, nothing here to see So load the dice for me please and Let's snort the bottom line Crude cashed into refined Guaran-f**ing-teed, Just sign the deed Someone will bleed Someone has got to die Ours is not to reason why Ours is but to do if the pay rate's right Black liquid a**ets f** the mujaheddin Paint their picket fences red with the American dream Lay the hammer hammer down, get the job done right Jacked up and clocked in into a fire fight Covert reactions and you never saw me A gla** parking lot in the American dream they all die