The summer that I turned 16
I had my Independence Day
Snuck down to the rich neighborhood
Near the fireworks displayGreen lawns washed in black
All reflecting exploding light
We crept up to a house big and white
With the backdoor open wideThere's no honor among suburban paupers
Independence Day for a petty thief
Independence Day for a scoundrelYoung and old they stared like zombies
At the red and blue and gray
Every soul was in the bleachers
About four blocks awayFrom 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 caseFree, dumbIndependence Day for a petty thief
Independence Day for a scoundrel
Independence Day for a petty thief
Independence Day for a scoundrelThe summer that I turned 16
I had my Independence Day
