Contractor (Live)

[Intro] This is a punk rock song It's called "Contractor" [Verse 1] Chopping lines in international sand Feeding blood junkie habits of the elephant man Quench 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 eight miles of pure luck With more bang for Sam's buck [Chorus] Guaran-fucking-teed Someone will bleed Guaran-fucking-teed Just sign the deed [Verse 2] Privatize to conceal all the lies Big businеss is booming like it's the Fourth of July No need for all the formalitiеs Jump the kangaroo courts and plant the lynching trees Yeah, motherfucker, let's 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 for me please And let's snort the bottom line Crude cashed into refined [Chorus] Guaran-fucking-teed Someone will bleed Guaran-fucking-teed Just sign the deed [Bridge] 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 heavy hammer down, get the job done right Jacked up and clocked in into a firefight Covert reactions and you never saw me A glass parking lot in the American dream [Breakdown] They all die Murder [Chorus] Guaran-fucking-teed Just sign the deed Guaran-fucking-teed [Outro] Lay the heavy hammer down, get the job done right Jacked up and clocked in into a firefight Covert reactions and you never saw me A glass parking lot in the American dream