He′d Trade His Guns For Love But He's Caught
In The Crossfire And He Keeps Wakin′ Up But
It's Not To The Sound Of Birds The
Tyranny The Violent Streets Deprived Of All That We're
Blessed With And We Can′t Get Enough, No
Heaven, If You Sent Us Down So We Can
Build A Plague Around For The Sinners To Play
As Saints You′d Be So Proud Of What We
Made I Hope You Got Some Beds Around
'Cause You′re The Only Refuge Now For Every Mother
Every Child Every Brother That's Caught In The Crossfire
That′s Caught In The Crossfire I'd Trade
My Luck To Know Why He′s Caught In The
Crossfire And I'm Here Wakin' Up To The Sun
And The Sound Of Birds Society′s Anxiety Deprived
Of All That We′re Blessed With We Just Can't
Get Enough, No Heaven, If You Sent Us
Down So We Can Build A Plague Around For
The Sinners To Play As Saints You′d Be So
Proud Of What We Made I Hope You
Got Some Beds Around 'Cause You′re The Only Refuge
Now For Every Mother Every Child Every Brother That's
Caught In The Crossfire That′s Caught In The
Crossfire Can I Trust What I'm Given When
Faith Still Needs A Gun Whose Ammunition Justifies The
Wrong? And I Can't See From The Backseat So
I′m Asking From Above Can I Trust What I′m
Given Even When It Cuts? So Heaven If
You Sent Us Down So We Can Build A
Plague Around For The Sinners To Play As Saints
You'd Be So Proud Of What We Made
I Hope You Got Some Beds Around ′Cause You're
The Only Refuge Now For Every Mother And Every
Child Every Brother That′s Caught In The Crossfire
That's Caught In The Crossfire Who′s Caught In
The Crossfire Who's Caught On The Crossfire Baby, Baby
Who's Caught On The Cross