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