Victory — PJ Harvey

I stumble in and in 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 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 Hey