Sinner, you better get ready
Oh, you better get ready, hallelujah!
Sinner, you better get ready
Time is comin' when the sinner must die

The summer that I turned 16 I had my Independence Day
Sucked down to the rich neighborhood, near the fireworks display
Green lawns, washed in black, all reflecting exploding light
Crept up to a house, big and white, with the back door open wide
There's no owner
Among suburban paupers

Independence Day
For a petty thief
Independence Day
For a scoundrel

We all know they stared like zombies at the red and blue and grey
Every soul was in the bleachers, about four blocks away
From aside, they shouted like thunder clouds, for a town bein' laid to waste

My heart was beatin' on "boom boom boom boom!"
As we filled up our pillow case
Free-
Dom
Independence Day
For a petty thief
Independence Day
For a scoundrel

Sinner, you better get ready
Oh, you better get ready, hallelujah!
Sinner, you better get ready
Time is comin' when the sinner must die

Independence Day
For a petty thief
Independence Day
For a scoundrel

(Yeah!)
(Yeah!)
The summer that I turned 16 I had my Independence Day
(Yeah!)