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-Automaticwhat 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-Automaticwhat 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