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 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
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 has 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
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 the hammer-hammer down get the job done right
Jacked up and clocked in into a firefight
Covert reactions and ya never saw me
A glass parking
Lot in the American dream, Yeah
They all die
Oh, fucking murder
Guaran-fucking-teed
Someone will bleed
Guaran-fucking-teed
Oh, lay the hammer-hammer
Down get the job done right
Jacked up and clocked in into a firefight
Covert reactions and ya never saw me
A glass parking
Lot in the American dream