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