Victory Gin

Stepped off the plane with my rifle in hand

I used my sword to blind my eyes from the sand

Its a post-apocalyptic wet tee-shirt contest

Its spring break well I'm communally honest

Well I'm sold

I do what I'm told

Defense contractor dance party radio

Blood on my hands

Sex on my mind

Taking shots of petrol

Tracers light the sky

And I met the right ones

I joined a team

No tears americana theres no blood left to bleed

And I counted notches in a belt

This blood makes pretty good sunscreen

When deaths as hot as the sun

Daddy I hope you're proud I gave them my soul