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Published on Aug 1, 2010
It's 7am on Circle Street Sprinklers ring out a symphony All the kings that pawn off to work for their perfect lawns But me I'm still thinking of Cindy Maybe I'll spin out to her side of town Or maybe bum a ride with Bobby when his parents aren't around
Cause try in vain 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 wildfires we burn relentlessly
The Mexicanos stare us down Dogs are barking on Cindy's side of town And I keep my cool all the way to her front porch Her brother growls behind a hangover And I can smell her hair already, yeah The summer started when our feet crossed that open door
We are the singers of the songs The weakest of the strong Nothing is right, but nothing's wrong
Heroes we become In tracks where lions run Red beneath the raging sun Like wildfires 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 wildfires we burn, we burn 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 wildfires we burn, relentlessly Relentlessly