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