Contractor

Contractor
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 motherfuc***, 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
Yeah motherfuc***, 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 f*** 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
La canción “Contractor” de Lamb Of God narra una historia cruda y despiadada sobre la privatización de la guerra y la tragedia que conlleva. En un escenario de violencia internacional, se hace mención de planes ocultos, líneas de sangre trazadas en la arena, y hábitos destructivos alimentados por la codicia y la sed de poder...