‘Merica!
By White Trash Folk
Lyrics and Music © Rick Shelton

It isn’t easy always being on top
No it ain’t easy calling all the shots
It’s not easy always being the alpha dog
It ain’t easy being the wheel to all you cogs, but I

I’ll make all the decisions, even the ones against my own interest
I will decide who gets to live, who gets to die
I’ve got the biggest balls so I will make all the calls
Challenge my authority, you’ll find you’re the minority, because

My mom can beat up your mom, my dad can beat up your dad
My dog can beat up your dog too
My friends can beat up your friends, my kids can beat up your kids
And my God can beat up your God too, Beat up your God too

I’ve got you covered when it comes to how to live
Don’t bother with advice, it’s orders that I give
And I will take all the help I can get
Just don’t expect return compensation for any of it

Ignore my noise pollution, or face my final solution
My time is of the greatest worth and I’m busy building hell on Earth
I’ve followed the plan by the book, and my foundation can’t be shook
Though it’s hard to see beyond my nose just where it is this wild goose goes and

My mom can beat up your mom, my dad can beat up your dad
My dog can beat up your dog too
My friends can beat up your friends, my kids can beat up your kids
My God can beat up your God too, Yeah

My mom can beat up your mom, my dad can beat up your dad
My song can beat up your song too
My guns can beat up your guns, My boots can beat up your boots
My God can beat up your God too

My friends can beat up your friends, my kids can beat up your kids
My Job can beat up your Job too
My church can beat up your church, my book can beat up your book
And my God can beat up your God too, Beat up your God too!