Fourth of July Songtext
von Chatham Rabbits

Does blood carry it′s weight in gold
'Cause my bloods as black as night
It bites like a snake, and it′s full of hate
I'd like to sever the ties
I try to do the best I can,
But my blood it beats me down
Like a heart with an arrow;
Spits and sputters
I cant seem to get out
Every year on the fourth of July,
We gather round the fire
Tellin' your stories, and drinkin′ wine
Pretending we′re alright My blood runs thick, but I smile through the pain
The venom of my kin to blame
Pinch my cheek to wake me up
Don't tell me how I have changed
You′re always tryinn' to pick a fight
Sayin′ you're just givin′ advice
Smile at me through the grit of your teeth
You cut me, and it's your blood I bleed
Every year on the fourth of July,
We gather round the fire
Tellin' your stories and drinkin′ wine
Pretending we′re alright


What's strange is that I want you to love me
I′ll tell you all I've done
In hopes that you′ll say, that you are proud
Though the weight of your words is none
Why do I pine, for your embrace
When tears are all I'm bound
Your words are shallow and so will be
The grave I lay you to rest
Every year on the fourth of July
We gather round the fire
Tellin′ your stories, and drinkin' wine
Pretendin' were alright
Pretendin′ were alright