July 4 Lyrics

In the backroom

With a house key

Call it romance

Call it routine

Mind your business

Mind your manners

Man I'm tired

And I want her

Her to want me

It's a problem

Itʼs a mystery

Now itʼs history

Her apartment is an ice cube

And her body is a world view

Call it shallow

Call it corny

Told you so is ringing like a dial tone

And Uncle Sam is getting old

Getting ready to explode

I feel it in my bones

On the way home

Conversations

Stimulated

Concentration

Itʼs a long walk

But it feels good

To be moving at my own pace

To be talking in my own space

Iʼm not crazy

Iʼm just like this

Told you so is ringing like a dial tone

And Uncle Sam is getting old

Getting ready to explode

I feel it in my bones

Uncle Sam didn't wanna come clean

Now heʼs making a scene alright

Lost his head and a couple of friends

Guess itʼs one of those kinds of nights

I feel it in my

I feel it in my

Told you so

Oh

Is getting old

Told you so is ringing like a dial tone

And Uncle Sam is getting old

Getting ready to explode

I feel it in my

I feel it in my

I feel it in my

I feel it in my bones