I feel like this song is about gun culture and American hubris.
"Mrs. E. Roosevelt never heard me shoot my gun
Mrs. E. Roosevelt didn't even knew I owned one"
This could be a reference to the acceptedness and commonality of guns in American culture, and how we have the world's highest gun ownership rate.
"Oh, there's nothing
Like
Emptying a cartridge at the sun"
Trying to shoot the sun is an obviously useless endeavor, but it would be done out of arrogance, since one thinks that one has the power to put out the entire sun using just a bullet. It could also reference an overreliance on violence to solve problems which are much larger and more complex.
"Oh, we're born alone and then we're covered by m-m-m-mothers' kisses
The mind has already forgotten what the body still misses
Somewhere between the sticky floor and the cracks in the ceiling
Cuddling my semi-automatic dash what a very fuzzy feeling"
To me, Regina is saying here that embracing gun culture/violence in general is a way of compensating for the love you were surrounded in as a child that faded as you entered the world. The world can be an incredibly confusing and unfair place, like the unsavory environment of the "sticky floor" and "cracked ceiling," and it is tempting to respond, and make ourselves feel better, by being equally callous. In other words, we've turned to our weapons to give us the "fuzzy feelings" that our "bodies still miss."
I feel like this song is about gun culture and American hubris.
"Mrs. E. Roosevelt never heard me shoot my gun Mrs. E. Roosevelt didn't even knew I owned one"
This could be a reference to the acceptedness and commonality of guns in American culture, and how we have the world's highest gun ownership rate.
"Oh, there's nothing Like Emptying a cartridge at the sun"
Trying to shoot the sun is an obviously useless endeavor, but it would be done out of arrogance, since one thinks that one has the power to put out the entire sun using just a bullet. It could also reference an overreliance on violence to solve problems which are much larger and more complex.
"Oh, we're born alone and then we're covered by m-m-m-mothers' kisses The mind has already forgotten what the body still misses Somewhere between the sticky floor and the cracks in the ceiling Cuddling my semi-automatic dash what a very fuzzy feeling"
To me, Regina is saying here that embracing gun culture/violence in general is a way of compensating for the love you were surrounded in as a child that faded as you entered the world. The world can be an incredibly confusing and unfair place, like the unsavory environment of the "sticky floor" and "cracked ceiling," and it is tempting to respond, and make ourselves feel better, by being equally callous. In other words, we've turned to our weapons to give us the "fuzzy feelings" that our "bodies still miss."