7: 00 am on Circle Street
Sprinklers ring out a symphony
All the kings and pawns off to work for their perfect lawnsBut me, I'm still dreaming of Sandy
Maybe I'll spin out to her side of town
Or maybe bum a ride with Bunny when his parents aren't aroundTry in vein you may
You know we are the same
And when you call me nameRebels we become
In tracks where lions run
Red beneath the raging sun
Like wildfires we burn relentlesslyThe mexicanos stare us down
Dogs are barking on Sandy's side of town
I keep it cool all the way to her front porchHer brother growls behind a hangover
And I can smell her hair already, yeah
The summer started when our feet crossed the open doorWe are the singers of the songs
The weakest are the strong
Nothing is right, but nothings wrongHeroes we become
In tracks where lions run
Red beneath the raging sun
Like wildfires we burn relentlesslyOur faith is small but it is strong
Enough to carry on
Though we are poor we shall not wantRebels we become
In tracks where young lions run
Red beneath the raging sun
Like wildfires we burn, we burnHeroes we become
Where saints and sinners are one
Red the raging sun
Like sons of earth we yearn, we yearn
Like kings of men we learn, we learn
Like wildfires we burn relentlessly
Relentlessly