'Merica (The Good Ole U.S.A.)

Nothin' like a gun’ll make you feel real tall
Alcohol, Adderral
Hey, are you ready for some football?
You buy the truck, rust and all
And it’s a rundown, American-made
Suped-up old Chevrolet
We keep on rollin' like we ain’t got brakes
And as long as we can make it
Then I guess we’ve got it made
In the good ole U.S.A
Firin' bottle-rockets at a ghetto bird
Piss-drunk, July Third
That’s freedom, ain’t you heard?
It ain’t fun unless someone gets hurt
So God bless the N.R.A
Through the hard times and the holidays
Sometimes we all just gotta pull and pray (pull!)
And as long as we can make it
Then I guess we’ve got it made
In the good ole U.S.A
I love pretty girls drivin' shitty old cars
High times in old dive bars
And pissin' beneath the moon and stars
God bless this land of ours
And our rundown, American-made
Suped-up old Chevrolet
And every day is independence day
And as long as we can make it
Then I guess we’ve got it made
In the good ole U.S.A