Contractor Lyrics

Chopping lines in international sand,
feeding blood junkie habits of the Elephant Man
Quench his thirst with black water rises
Executive outcomes on a burning horizon?

Yeah, motherfucker, lets take a ride,
?We're rollin' route Irish, someone has got to die?
Trick or Treat, it's IEDs?
So roll the dice as we leave,
?'cause it's 8 miles of pure luck with more bang for Sam's buck??

Guaran-fucking-teed,
?Someone will bleed.?
Guaran-fucking-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, motherfucker, lets 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?
Store the pint of blood to cash in to refund
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??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 your hammer-hammer down,
get the job done right.
Jacked up and clocked in into a firefight.
Covert reactions and you never saw me.
A glass parking lot in the American Dream.
Yeah.

They all die.
Fucking Murder.

Guaran-fucking-teed, ?Someone will bleed.
Guaran-fucking-teed
Lay your hammer-hammer down,
get the job done right.
Jacked up and clocked in into a firefight.
Covert reactions and you never saw me.
A glass parking lot in the American Dream.