Mrs E Roosevelt never heard me shoot my gun
La, la, la
Mrs E Roosevelt never even knew I owned one
La, la, la
Somewhere betweeen the cobblestone floor and the slated wooden ceiling
La, la, la
Cuddling my semiautomatic - what a very fuzzy feeling
La, la, la
Oh, there's nothing like emptying a cartridge at the sun

Uh-merica...

We're born alone and then recovered by m-m-m-mothers' kisses
La, la, la
The mind has already forgotten what the body still misses
La, la, la
Somewhere between the sticky floor and the cracks in the ceiling
La, la, la
Cuddling my semiautomatic--what a very fuzzy feeling
La, la, la
Oh, there's nothing like emptying a cartridge at the sun