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
[Chorus]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.
[Chorus]Sinner, you better get ready.
Oh, you better get ready, hallelujah!
Sinner, you better get ready.
Time is comin' when the sinner must die.
[Chorus](Yeah!)
(Yeah!)
The summer that I turned 16 I had my Independence Day.
(Yeah!)