Regina Spektor - Uh-Merica lyrics

Mrs. E. Roosevelt never heard me shoot my gun

Mrs. E. Roosevelt didn't even know I owned one

Somewhere between the cobblestone floor and the slated wooden ceiling

Cuddling my semi-automatic, what a very fuzzy feeling

Oh, there's nothing like emptying the cartridge at the sun

Uh-merica

Uh-merica

Oh, there's nothing like emptying the cartridge at the sun.

Oh we're born alone and 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 the cartridge at the sun

Uh-merica

Uh-merica

Oh, there's nothing like emptying the cartridge at the sun

Uh-merica

Uh-merica

Oh, there's nothing like emptying the cartridge at the sun