Текст песни Born On The 4th Of July

Born on the fourth of July,

I'm saying a black mass.

I'm making love with death

Under a palm tree under fire.

Quarter past two

The night is receding.

Full moon's staring into the dark.

I'm praying to God

Shivering with fear

Wringing a gun in my hands

I hate them

And I hate myself

But I love you - write to me.

It's pretty hard to read

Send me some money
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I've got little time

The sky's fading

The horizon's growing red.

The roundabout starts spinning

I'm to go home now

Some others're coming.

Keep your tears from your eyes

And keep the dress on

The dress for today

Tears forever

The sun is rising

I'm screwing my eyes

I can see red circles

A red sea

A bullet in my head.