Victory - PJ Harvey

You fit me with those angel wings

Set me goal

Set me high

Set it up i’m in the sky

The storm is gone

(and the storm is gone)

And the temperature’s high

(and the temperature’s high)

And delilah is dining

(and delilah is dining)

At my table

Tell any how how how

How lucky we are

Angel at my table

God in my car

Get it at sea

Take a ship

I’d christen her «victory»

She’d make it Vic-to-ry, vic-to-ry

Come on boys

Let’s push it hard

You bump down, push your motor car

Come on boys

You’ve done us proud

You sweat 'til i’ll mop it right off your brow

Vic-to-ry, vic-to-ry

Vic-to-ry, vic-to-ry

'til the storm is gone

('til the storm is gone)

And the temperature’s high

(and the temperature’s high)

And delilah is dining

(and delilah is dining)

At my table

'til the storm is gone

('til the storm is gone)

And the temperature’s high

(and the temperature’s high)

And delilah is dining

(and delilah is dining)

At my table

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