Relax
Get away from it all
No solution seems to last
It's a holiday
Wear a smile
Put on a celebration mask
Take off
Leave a trail
Let the children wave their sparklers to the sky
It's a holiday
But if the fuses get too short they won't ask why
They won't ask why
If you hover above your enemies
And you're ready to send your aluminum boxes down
It's a holiday
Send the soldiers on a one-way weekend pass
There's a field of blue in my memory
But the stars reform and the stripes begin to fade
For the holiday
When the world turns Independence Day at last
At last
My country 'tis of thee
Sweet land of liberty
Of thee I sing
Land where my fathers' died
Land of the pilgrims' pride
From every mountainside
Let freedom ring
Let freedom ring
Let it ring
Let it ring
Writer(s): Billie Joe Armstrong, Tre Cool, Mike Dirnt
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