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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

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,

cuz it's eight miles of pure luck

with more bang for Sam's buck

Guaran-fucking-teed, someone will bleed

Privatize to conceal all the lies,

big business is booming like it's the Fourth 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 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

Guaran-fucking-teed, just sign the deed

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 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,

they all die