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 t-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, 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


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