On the Hook - Lamb Of God

A dead silver spoon with needles in his skin

Rode a pale horse down from Afghanistan

Tears in the suburbs, mothers praying for their damned

Death has crept into their zone of the promised land

But just before each plague

The clearest prophecies

Pandora’s box in backwoods pharmacies

A contract to die

Prescription for a homicide

A generation on the hook

Addicted and commodified

Prescription for a homicide

Narcotic economics for the miner’s sons

The seams went bust so long ago with nowhere else to turn

Strip mine the veins, drill the abscess dry

Incentives for the architects of their genocide

We’ve seen this all before

In a different shade

The Dark Alliance shifts to the modern age

A contract to die

Prescription for a homicide

A generation on the hook

Addicted and commodified

Prescription for a homicide

Prescription for a homicide

They’re never worth a second look

Addicted and commodified

Your prescription for a homicide

A contract to die

A contract to die

A contract to die

A contract to die

Die, die, die, die

Hippocratic hypocrites

Breaking oaths and cashing checks

Wrote an ocean’s worth of ink

Scripting a nation’s disease

A systematic business plan

To broker death, increase demand

So flood the ghetto and starve the hills

Kill them all with crack and pills

Kill them all

Kill them all

(Vietnam, Iran-Contra, Park Avenue, OxyContin)