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EMrs. E. Roosevelt never heard me shoot my gun, Amla, la, la EMrs. E. Roosevelt didn't even know I owned one Amla, la, la CSomewhere between the cobblestone floor and the slated wooden Gceiling la, la, la AmCuddling my semi-automatic, what a very fuzzyE feeling la la la AmOh, there's Cnothing like Gemptying a cartridge Eat the Amsun
CUh-merica, GUh-merica AmUh-merica, EUh- merica AmOh, there's Cnothing like Gemptying a cartridge Eat the Amsun.
Oh we're born alone and then 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 Oh, there's nothing like emptying a cartridge at the sun Uh-merica, Uh-merica Uh-merica, Uh- merica Oh, there's nothing like emptying a cartridge at the sun