Contractor Lyrics

by Lamb of God

Chopping lines in international sand
Feeding blood junky habits of the elephant man
Quenching his thirst with Black Water rising
Executive outcomes on a burning horizon

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Yeah motherfucker, let's take a ride
We're rolling route Irish, someone's got to die
Trick or treat, it's IEDs
So roll the dice for me please, cause
It's near 8 miles of pure luck with more bang for Sam's buck
Guaran-fucking-teed
Someone will bleed

Privatize to conceal all the lies
And big business is boomin' like its the 4th 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 into a green zone, someone's 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

Ours is not to reason why
Ours is but to do if the pay rate's right
Black liquid assets fuck 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 ya never saw me
A glass parking lot in the American dream