1. CONTRACTOR

It's all for lights; an international stampede

The bad drinking habits of the Elephant Man.

Quench his thirst; when black water rises

It takes you around toward the burning horizon



Yeah, motherfucker, lets take a ride,

We're rollin' right on when someone has got to die

Trick or Treat, in dying need

So roll the dice as we leave,

Cause it defiles the pure look with warm bags of... (???????)



Guaran-fucking-teed,

Someone will bleed.

Guaran-fucking-teed,

Someone will bleed.



(Someone) tries to conceal off the night,

Big Business is booming, 
life's here to force them to lie.


No need for all the formalities, 
Jump the kangaroo corpse,

And flank beneath the trees.



Yeah, motherfucker, lets take a ride,
Running red lights in a green zone,

Someone has got to die.


(Pity me?) there's nothing here to see,

So throw the dice for me please, and let's

Store the pint of blood to cash in to refund



Guaran-fucking-teed,

Just sign the deed.

Guaran-fucking-teed,

Someone will bleed.

Someone is going to die.
Oh, this has got to reason why,
And it's what to do if the pay rate's right.
Black liquid assets, fuck the Blue colony,
Paint their picket fences Red with the American dream.

Lay your hammer-hammer down,
Get the job done right.
Jacked up; and cocked in, to a firefight.
Covert reactions said you never saw me.
A glass parking lot in the American Dream.
Yeah.

They all die.
Fucking Murder.

Guaran-fucking-teed, 
Someone will bleed.
Lay your hammer-hammer down,
Get the job done right.
Jacked up; and cocked in, to a firefight.
Covert reactions said you never saw me.
A glass parking lot in the American Dream.