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