Fourth of July

Like you I've been hurt, seen my face in the dirt
But I never reacted like you
The last time we met, you seemed so upset
When you left town you did not say bye

Then I heard, you'd been seen way down in Eugene
Working as a factory slave
And though the life that you took came from no storybook
You spent it before it was saved

On the Fourth of July
Is a good day to die
They'll celebrate each year
Your independence from here

If you only had just a glimmer of hope
Then I know you'd have done some great things
But you tossed out your gift and it's making me wish
I'd been there when you found yourself down

But you turned to no one but a bullet and a gun
And the bang blended in with the day
And I sit here and think
It still hurts me to think of the sad songs we used to play

On the Fourth of July
See the sparks in the sky
When you're sick of the trying
and you're tired of the crying

Then the Fourth of July
Is a good day to die
They'll celebrate each year
Your independence from here