Lamb Of God

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