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


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!)