Uh-merica Lyrics

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, with a very fuzzy feeling

Ohh, there's nothing like emptying a cartridge at the sun



Uh-merica

Uh-merica

Uh-merica

Uh-merica

Ohh, there's nothing like emptying a 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

Ohh, there's nothing like emptying a cartridge at the sun



Uh-merica

Uh-merica

Uh-merica

Uh-merica

Ohh, there's nothing like emptying a cartridge at the sun



One more time



Uh-merica

Uh-merica

Uh-merica

Uh-merica

Ohh, there's nothing like emptying a cartridge at the sun

Emptying a cartridge at the sun

Emptying a cartridge at the sun