The summer that I turned 16
I had my Independence Day
Snuck down to the rich neighborhood
Near the fireworks display
Green lawns washed in black
All reflecting exploding light
We crept up to a house big and white
With the backdoor open wide
There's no honor among suburban paupers
Independence Day for a petty thief
Independence Day for a scoundrel
Young and old they stared like zombies
At the red and blue and gray
Every soul was in the bleachers
About four blocks away
From inside it sounded like thunder claps
Or a town being laid to waste
My heart was beating a boom, boom, boom
As we filled up our pillow case
Free, dumb
Independence Day for a petty thief
Independence Day for a scoundrel
Independence Day for a petty thief
Independence Day for a scoundrel
The summer that I turned 16
I had my Independence Day