Well I was born of the EarthWith my hands to the skyAnd I'll die in the dirtOn the fourth of JulyAnd my body will burstInto millions of sparksAnd I'll hang like a ghostIn the trailer park until I'm goneAnd I can hear the wind blowIt sounds like angels and baby's breathSo leave some dirt in my handsLay my body in the streetAnd I'll be searching out GodTo lay my stones at her feetAnd when the winds lay wasteTo the fields and the starsI'll be spinning my homeIn the back of your carUntil it's doneAnd I can hear the wind blowIt sounds like angels and baby's breathAnd I can see my mother's praying handsLike petals in the windSweeping across my yard
