7AM on circle street Sprinklers ring out a symphony All the kings and pawns off to work for their perfect lawns But me, I'm still dreamin' of Sandy Maybe I'll spin out to her side of town Or maybe bum a ride with Bunny when his parents aren't around Try in vein you may You know we are the same and when you call my name
Rebels we become In tracks where lions run Red beneath the raging sun Like wild fires we burn relentlessly The Mexicanos stare us down Dogs are barking on Sandy's side of town I keep it cool on the way to her front porch Her brother growls behind a hangover I can smell her hair already, yeah Our summer started when our feet crossed that open door
We are the singers of the songs The weakest are the strong Nothing is right, but nothing's wrong
Heroes we become In tracks where lions run Red beneath the raging sun Like wild fires we burn relentlessly
Our faith is small but it is strong Enough to carry on Though we are poor we shall not want
Rebels we become In tracks where young lions run Red beneath the raging sun Like wild fires we burn, we burm
Heroes we become Where saints and sinners are one Red beneath the raging sun Like sons of earth we yearn, we yearn Like kings of men we learn, we learn Like wild fires we burn relentlessly