Contractor

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

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

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

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