Lamb Of God
Lamb Of God — Contractor
Lamb Of God — Contractor (текст песни)
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 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