Welcome to the epicenter,
where we got spring and summer,
but we skip the winter
Feel free to enter
the zone of the Supertones,
where late into the night we just
rock the microphone
We lived inside the fault lines
beneath the earth's surface
Spendin' all our time
readin' books and writin' verses
The earth stated shakin'
from the noise we were makin'
We emerged from the rubble,
OC was taken
With the music came the message,
so we rock the verbs
Still neutral as a nazi
so you forget what you heard
We never leave the cross behind,
we use it as a banner,
scripture the vernacular,
Jesus in the grammar
Throw your hands up,
throw your hands up high!
Tear the roof off and pull down the sky!
Chase the sun back to California,
tears in my eyes
Tell me where you're from,
the mighty west side!
Let me continue
to lighten up the mood a little
Never number one,
but never playin' second fiddle
My thoughts are like a circle,
with Jesus in the middle
Rhyme for a reason,
I don't rhyme to riddle
High emotions are like I'm yellin',
no need to be alarmed
SUPERTONES is what your smellin'
If lovin' you's a crime,
then baby I'm a felon
Where we go from here,
my people, there's no tellin'
Are you ready to go
when it's time to get
back on the road just to see you?
On this narrow path
we got no time to dally
Follow my lead
and chase the sun back to Cali