uh-merica - regina spektor lyrics
mrs. e. roosevelt never heard me shoot my gun
la, la, la
mrs. e. roosevelt didn’t even knew i owned one
la, la, la
somewhere between the cobblestone floor and the slated wooden ceiling
la, la, la
cuddling my semi-automatic—what a very fuzzy feeling
la, la
ohhh, there’s nothing
like
emptying a cartridge at the sun
uh! merica
uh! merica
uh! merica
uh! merica
ohhh, there’s nothing
like
emptying a cartridge at the sun
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
ohhh, there’s nothing
like
emptying a cartridge at the sun
uh! merica
uh! merica
uh! merica
uh! merica
ohhh, there’s nothing
like
emptying a cartridge at the sun
one more time!
uh! merica
uh! merica
uh! merica
uh! merica
ohhh, there’s nothing
like
emptying a cartridge at the sun
la, la, la
emptying a cartridge at the sun
la, la, la
emptying a cartridge at the sun
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