Regina Spektor

Ohmerica

Somewhere between the cobbled stone floor and the slated wooden ceiling
Cuddling my semi-automatic, what a very fuzzy feeling
X-(Slide F to F#)
Ohhh-ohhh-ohhh
There's nothing like
F F# F Bb *(Bbm sounds good too)
emptying a cartridge at the sun
***CHORUS TIME: Scream the UH's and strum the 'mericas'
then mute chord on the very next UH***
Db Ab Bbm F X-(slide F to F#)

There's nothing like emptying a cartridge at the sun
Oh we're born alone and then we're
X-(Slide F to F#)
covered with our m-m-mothers kisses (la la la)
F X-(Slide F to F#)
The mind has already forgot 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
X-(Slide F to F#)
Ohhh-ohhh-ohhh
There's nothing like
emptying a cartridge at the sun
Db Ab Bbm F X-(slide F to F#)

There's nothing like emptying a cartridge at the sun

That's it...questions/comments...izzlekid@yahoo.com
<3 Regina <3