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´s got to die Trick or treat, it´s IED´s so roll the dice for me, please ´Cause it´s near 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 Big business is boomin´ like it´s 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´s 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 Mujaheddin 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 and you 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 fire fight Covert reactions and you never saw me A glass parking lot in the American dream