Well, I was born of the earth With my hands to the sky And I'll die in the dirt On the 4th of July And my body will burst Into millions of sparks And I'll hang like a ghost In the trailer park until I'm gone Well, I was born of the earth With my hands to the sky And I'll die in the dirt On the 4th of July And my body will burst Into millions of sparks And I'll hang like a ghost In the trailer park until I'm gone And I can hear the wind blow It sounds like angels and baby's breath So leave some dirt in my hands Lay my body in the street And I'll be searching out God To lay my stones at her feet And when the winds lay waste To the fields and the stars Well, I'll be spinning my home In the back of your car until it's done And I can hear the wind blow It sounds like angels and baby's breath And I can see my mother's praying hands Like petals in the wind Sweeping across my yard