Contractor

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, cuz 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 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 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