Victory Gin

Lyrics

Stepped off the plane with my rifle in hand I used my sword to blind my eyes from the sand It's a post-apocalyptic wet tee-shirt contest It's spring break well I'm communally honest Well I'm sold I do what I'm told Defence 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 There's no blood left to bleed And I counted notches in a belt This blood makes pretty good sunscreen When death's as hot as the sun 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 Daddy I hope you're proud I gave them my soul I gave them my soul Daddy I hope you're proud I gave them my soul I gave them my soul