Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Born on the Fourth of July , by - Bernie Taupin. Release date: 05.06.1980
Song language: English
Born on the Fourth of July |
| Marchin', I hear marchin' |
| Outside my window in the rain |
| I play checkers, I’m sick of checkers |
| I’m sick of pain |
| Marchin', I hear marchin' |
| Outside my window in the rain |
| I play checkers, I’m sick of checkers |
| I’m sick of pain, I’m sick of pain |
| Mondays, every Monday, sees my hollow eyes |
| I liked Hank Williams, he died, Hank Williams |
| I’m still alive, I’m still alive |
| Blood red and blue, your flags on view |
| Ticker tape rains on Fifth Avenue |
| Some colored kid will shine your shoes |
| Some orphan screams in a chow line queue |
| For the whitewash and the tar brush don’t lie |
| Hey lucky, you to be born on the fourth of July |
| Callin' storm, warnings callin' |
| From Calvary to Bunker Hill |
| Pontius Pilate turned the tarot |
| And the reaper killed and the reaper killed |
| Glory wave, old glory |
| Sand Creek to Gettysburgh |
| From Andrew Jackson to Richard Nixon |
| For the brave new world, for the brave new world |
| It’s last request for protest time |
| Some long haired kid on the subway line |
| With a beaten guitar and a lot of time |
| We shall overcome, well we never shall |
| It’s flags on lapels and faded decals |
| Max Yasga and puka shells |
| Dungarees and dying causes |
| Body bags and pregnant pauses |
| Day glow poster of Joan Baez |
| Meditating, dating, yoga and EST |
| Bells and flowers and beads of incense |
| Well, none of that nuts makes any sense |
| For the whitewash and the tar brush don’t lie |
| Hey lucky, you to be born on the fourth of July |