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Stepped off the plane with my rifle in hand |
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I used my sword to blind my eyes from the sand |
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Its a post-apocalyptic wet tee-shirt contest |
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Its spring break well I'm communally honest |
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Well I'm sold |
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I do what I'm told |
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Defense contractor dance party radio |
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Blood on my hands |
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Sex on my mind |
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Taking shots of petrol |
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Tracers light the sky |
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And I met the right ones |
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I joined a team |
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No tears americana theres no blood left to bleed |
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And I counted notches in a belt |
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This blood makes pretty good sunscreen |
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When deaths as hot as the sun |
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Daddy I hope you're proud I gave them my soul |