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 IEDs 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
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
[ Lamb Of God Lyrics are found on www.songlyrics.com ] 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
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 ya never saw me A glass parking lot in the American dream