Текст песни Difranco Ani - 4th Of July
Difranco Ani - 4th Of July слова песни
you gotta have the right toolsfor every jobso I invite myself inthrough a hole in the fenceI am tripping through the junkyardscanning over the pilesthe thin cats raise their skin in defenseI know he`s watching meI can see him through the crackshis eyes are small and shy on my backhe says his name is jasonhe lives in the last trailer on the rightand he`ll be sevenon the fourth of julyonly the people who live hereknow the name of this placemy path through iowa would behard to traceall the adults in this towntry not to frownwhen I walk bybut jason smiled at mehe met my eyehe don`t ask mewhere I`m fromor why I camehere alonewe all go looking for paradisethen we go back homewe cut out the small talkgo right to the way things arehe showed me his squirrel skullI told him I locked myself out of my carso there goes the only friendI have in iowahis hand flapping behind himwaving good-byehis name is jasonhe lives in the last trailer on the rightand he`ll be sevenon the fourth of july