Victory Gin lyrics

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