posted on Feb, 24 2009 @ 10:46 AM
Here is the song of the times.
May I introduce you to "Contractor" by Lamb Of God
Chopping lines in international sand
Feeding blood drinking habits of the elephant man
Quench his thirst, with black water rising
It takes you around, toward a burning horizon.
Yeah mother#er, let's take a ride
We're rolling Route Irish, someone has got to die
Trick or treat, in dying need
So roll the dice as we leave, 'cause
It's near 8 miles of pure luck with more bang for Sam's buck
Guaran-#ing-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 mother#er, 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 store the pint of blood to cash in, to refund.
Guaran-#ing-teed
Just sign the deed
Someone is going to die.
Ours is not the reason why,
Ours is what to do if the pay rate's right
Black liquid assets, # 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 fire fight.
Covert reactions, said you never saw me.
A glass parking lot in the American Dream.
They all die.
#ing murder.
Guaran-#ing-teed
Someone will bleed
Guaran-#ing-teed
Lay the hammer, hammer down, get the job done right.
Jacked up and clocked in into a fire fight.
Covert reactions, said you never saw me.
A glass parking lot in the American Dream.