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...