Uh-merica

Lyrics for Uh-merica

Mrs. E. Roosevelt never heard me shoot my gun La, la, la Mrs. E. Roosevelt didn't even knew I owned one La, la, la Somewhere between the cobblestone floor and the slated wooden ceiling La, la, la Cuddling my semi-automatic—what a very fuzzy feeling La, la Ohhh, there's nothing Like Emptying a cartridge at the sun Uh! Merica Uh! Merica Uh! Merica Uh! Merica Ohhh, there's nothing Like Emptying a cartridge at the sun Oh, we're born alone and then we're covered by m-m-m-mothers' 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 Ohhh, there's nothing Like Emptying a cartridge at the sun Uh! Merica Uh! Merica Uh! Merica Uh! Merica Ohhh, there's nothing Like Emptying a cartridge at the sun One more time! Uh! Merica Uh! Merica Uh! Merica Uh! Merica Ohhh, 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