Mrs. E Roosevelt Never Heard Me Shoot My Gun
Mrs. E Roosevelt Didn't Even Know I Owned One
Somewhere Between The Cobblestone Floor And The Slated Wooden Ceiling
Cuddling My Semi-automatic, What A Very Fuzzy Feeling
Oh...there's Nothing Like Emptying A Cartridge At The Sun

Uh-merica

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

There's Nothing Like Emptying A Cartridge At The Sun