Independence Day For a Petty Thief
The summer that I turned sixteen I had my independence day
Snuck 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 back door 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, 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 sixteen I had my Independence Day