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 back door open wide.

Thereʼs 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 grey,
Every soul was in the bleachers about four blocks away,
From inside it sounded like thunder claps, or a town being laid to waist,
My heart was beating a boom, 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.