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