4th Of July Lyrics - Puddle Dive - Ani Difranco

You gotta have the right tools 

For every job 

So I invite myself in 

Through a hole in the fence 

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 

And he'll be seven 

On the fourth of July 

Only the people who live here 

Know the name of this place 

My path through Iowa would be 

Hard to trace 

All the adults in this town 

Try not to frown 

When I walk by 

But Jason smiled at me 

He met my eye 

He don't ask me 

Where I'm from 

Or why I came 

Here alone 

We all go looking for paradise 

Then we go back home 

We cut out the small talk 

Go right to the way things are 

He showed me his squirrel skull 

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 

Waving good-bye 

His name is Jason 

He lives in the last trailer on the right 

And he'll be seven 

On the fourth of July