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

Relentlessly!