’Merica (The Good Ole U.S.A.)

[Verse 1]
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

[Chorus]
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

[Verse 2]
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

[Chorus 2]
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

[Verse 3]
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

[Chorus 3]
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