| Take a step outside of my front door, |
| It’s about 110, |
| And once again my shoes become concrete. |
| Everybody said it’s ok, |
| It’s just a headtrip, |
| Everything is alright. |
| But don’t you know, |
| That I know something must end? |
| And it’s all through the night, |
| And I know deep inside, |
| Something evil stands in the way. |
| Singing all through the night, |
| Through these hot summer streets. |
| And take no more, |
| And answer: |
| «No I’ll never walk away.» |
| Sirens in the street under pressure. |
| Over the airwaves, |
| Through the static from the top of the tower. |
| Sirens echo out across the land, |
| Around the world, a ruckus forms down to the backalley streets, |
| To break the silence, sirens sound out, we stand. |
| And it’s all through the night, |
| Through these hot summer days. |
| On and on, nothing stands in the way. |
| Signing all through the night, |
| Through these hot summer streets. |
| And for not good reason, |
| Be something we must say. |
| Sirens in the street under pressure. |
| Sirens in the street… |
| Sirens in the street… |
| Sirens in the street… |
| Sirens in the street… under pressure |
| Sirens in the street under pressure |
| Sirens! |