Contractor - Lamb Of God

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 motherfucker, 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 eight miles of pure luck

With more bang for Sam’s buck

Guaran-fucking-teed, someone will bleed

Privatize to conceal all the lies

Big business is booming like it’s the Fourth of July

No need for all the formalities

Jump the kangaroo courts

And plant the lynching trees

Yeah motherfucker, 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-fucking-teed, just sign the deed

Guaran-fucking-teed, 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 assets, fuck the Mujahideen

Paint their picket fences red with the American dream

Lay the heavy hammer down, get the job done right

Jacked up and clocked in into a fire fight

Covert reactions and you never saw me

A glass parking lot in the American dream

They all die

Fucking murder

Guaran-fucking-teed, someone will bleed

Guaran-fucking-teed

Lay the heavy hammer down, get the job done right

Jacked up and clocked in into a fire fight

Covert reactions and you never saw me

A glass parking lot in the American dream