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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