Contractor Lyrics - Wrath - Lamb Of God

Stomping lines in international sand 

Feeding blood drinking habits of the Elephant Man 

Quench his thirst, when black water rises 

He takes you around toward the burning horizon 

Yeah, motherfucker, lets take a ride 

We're rollin' round irate, someone has got to die 

Trick or Treat, in dying need 

So roll the dice as we leave 

Cause it's 8 miles of pure luck with warm bags of 

Guaran-fucking-teed 

Someone will bleed 

Guaran-fucking-teed 

Someone will bleed 

Privatize to conceal all the lies 

Big Business is booming, like its the fourth of July 

No need for all the formalities, Jump the kangaroo corpse 

And flank beneath the trees 

Yeah, motherfucker, lets take a ride 

Running red lights in a green zone 

Someone has got to die 

(Pity me?) there's nothing here to see 

So throw the dice for me please, and let's 

Store the pint of blood to cash in to refund 

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 your heavy hammer down 

Get the job done right 

Jacked up, and cocked in, to a firefight 

Covert reactions said you never saw me 

A glass parking lot in the American Dream 

Yeah 

They all die 

Fucking Murder 

Guaran-fucking-teed, Someone will bleed. 

Lay your heavy hammer down, 

Get the job done right. 

Jacked up, and cocked in, to a firefight. 

Covert reactions said you never saw me. 

A glass parking lot in the American Dream.