Regina Spektor - Uh-merica

E Am
mrs . E . roosevelt never heard me shoot my gun , la , la , la
E Am
mrs . E . roosevelt didn’t even know i owned one la , la , la
C
somewhere between the cobblestone floor
G
and the slated wooden ceiling la , la , la
Am E
cuddling my semi – automatic , what a very fuzzy feeling la la la
Am C G E Am
oh , there’s nothing like emptying a cartridge at the sun

C G
uh – merica , uh – merica
Am E
uh – merica , uh – merica
Am C G E Am
oh , there’s nothing like emptying a cartridge at the sun .

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