'Merica (The Good Ole U.S.A.) - Hellbound Glory

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