מילים לשיר 4th Of July – Ani Difranco

you gotta have the right tools
for every job
through a hole in the fence
so I invite myself in
I am tripping through the junkyard
scanning over the piles
the thin cats raise their skin in defense
I know he's watching me
I can see him through the cracks
his eyes are small and shy on my back
he says his name is jason
he lives in the last trailer on the right
on the fourth of july
and he'll be seven know the name of this place
my path through iowa would be
only the people who live here
all the adults in this town
hard to trace
try not to frown
when I walk by
he met my eye
but jason smiled at me he don't ask me
where I'm from
or why I came
we all go looking for paradise
we cut out the small talk
here alone
he showed me his squirrel skull
then we go back home
go right to the way things are
I told him I locked myself out of my car so there goes the only friend
I have in iowa
his hand flapping behind him
his name is jason
waving goodhe lives in the last trailer on the right
and he'll be seven
on the fourth of july.