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