Contractor

This is wrong.

Mark Morton himself gave me the lyrics, they're as follows:

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 has got to die Trick or treat it's IEDs So roll the dice as we leave 'Cause it's 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 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

Yeah motherfucker let's take a ride Running red lights into 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

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 the hammer-hammer down get the job done right Jacked up and clocked in into a firefight Covert reactions and ya 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 firefight Covert reactions and ya never saw me A glass parking lot in the American dream