Contractor lyrics

Chopping lines of international sands
Feeding blood-junkie habits of the elephant man
Quench his thirst on blackwater rising
Executive outcomes on the burning horizon

Yeah, motherfucker lets 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-fuckin-teed
Someone will bleed
Guaran-fuckin-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
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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 with me please and lets
Snort the bottom line and cash into refined
Guaran-fuckin-teed
Just sign the deed
Guaran-fuckin-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 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, yeah ya never saw me
A glass parking lot in the American dream