Original lyrics

EN

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 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.