Uh-merica

Mrs. E Roosevelt never heard me shoot my gun (La da da)
Mrs. E Roosevelt didn't even know I owned one (La da da)
Somewhere between the cobblestone floor and the slated wooden ceiling (La da da)
Cuddling my semi-automatic, what a very fuzzy feeling (La da da)
Oh...
There's nothing like emptying a cartridge at the sun
Uh-merica
Uh-merica
Uh-merica
Uh-merica
Oh...
There's nothing like emptying a cartridge at the sun
Oh we're born alone and then we're covered by m-m-m-mother's kisses
The mind has already forgotten what the body still misses
Somewhere between the sticky floor and the cracks in the ceiling
Cuddling my semi-automatic, what a very fuzzy feeling
Oh...
There's nothing like emptying a cartridge at the sun
Uh-merica
Uh-merica
Uh-merica
Uh-merica
Oh...
There's nothing like emptying a cartridge at the sun
(One more time)
Uh-merica
Uh-merica
Uh-merica
Uh-merica
Oh...
There's nothing like emptying a cartridge at the sun (La la la)
Emptying a cartridge at the sun (La la la)
Emptying a cartridge at the sun



Credits
Writer(s): Regina Spektor
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