Leon Shelley - The Fourth of July

Baby I smoked too many cigarettes last night
Maybe I drunk too much
Maybe I shouldn't have called you back when I did
But I can't take that back now

It's a fried egg sky on the fourth of July
A spatula away from heaven
Two shots of tears and a dreadful passion
Delilah I cut, my own hair

Sprits, demons, ghouls and vermouth
Hucker down baby, tell me the truth
Faithless one are the Philistines bribing you
Is that the excuse you're gonna use?
Really is that the excuse you're gonna use?
Well happy Independence day

Written by:
Leon Shelley

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