They'll celebrate each year
And though the life that you took came from no storybook
They'll celebrate each year
If you only had just a glimmer of hope
Is a good day to die
But you turned to no one but a bullet and a gun
When you're sick of the trying
Is a good day to die
Then I know you'd have done some great things
Working as a factory slave
But you tossed out your gift and it's making me wish
On the Fourth of July
When you left town you did not say bye
And I sit here and think
Then I heard, you'd been seen way down in Eugene
The last time we met, you seemed so upset
You spent it before it was saved
See the sparks in the sky
It still hurts me to think of the sad songs we used to play
and you're tired of the crying
I'd been there when you found yourself down
Then the Fourth of July
And the bang blended in with the day
On the Fourth of July
Your independence from here
