歌詞
[Verse 1]
Chopping lines in international sand
Feeding blood junkie habits of the elephant man
Quench his thirst with Black Water rising
Executive outcomes on a burning horizon
[Verse 2]
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 near 8 miles of pure luck
With more bang for Sam's buck
[Verse 3]
Guaran-fucking-teed
Someone will bleed
Guaran-fucking-teed
Someone will bleed
[Verse 4]
Privatize to conceal all the lies
Big business is booming like it's the 4th of July
No need for all the formalities
Jump the kangaroo courts and plant the lynching trees
[Verse 5]
Yeah motherfucker, let's take a ride
Running red lights in 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
[Verse 6]
Guaran-fucking-teed
Just sign the deed
Guaran-fucking-teed
Someone will bleed
[Verse 7]
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
[Verse 8]
Lay the hammer, hammer down, get the job done right
Jacked up and clocked in into a firefight
Covert reactions and you never saw me
A glass parking lot in the American dream
[Verse 9]
They all die
Fucking murder
[Verse 10]
Guaran-fucking-teed
Someone will bleed
Guaran-fucking-teed
[Verse 11]
Lay the hammer, hammer down, get the job done right
Jacked up and clocked in into a firefight
Covert reactions and you never saw me
A glass parking lot in the American dream
Written by: Chris Adler, John Campbell, Mark Morton, Randy Blythe, Willie Adler
