Uh-merica - Regina Spektor

Mrs. E Roosevelt never heard me shoot my gun

Mrs. E Roosevelt didn’t even knew I owned one

Somewhere betweeen the cobblestone floor and the slated wooden ceiling

Cuddling my semi-automatic, what a very fuzzy feeling

Oh… There's nothing like emptying a cartridge at the sun

Uh-merica

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

Oh… There's nothing like emptying a cartridge at the sun

Uh-merica

There’s nothing like emptying a cartridge at the sun