He'd trade his guns for loveBut he's caught in the crossfireAnd he keeps wakin' upBut it's not to the sound of birdsThe tyrannyThe violent streetsDeprived of all that we're blessed withAnd we can't get enough, noHeaven, if you sent us downSo we can build a plague aroundFor the sinnersTo play as saintsYou'd be so proud of what we madeI hope you got some beds around'Cause you're the only refuge nowFor every motherEvery childEvery brotherThat's caught in the crossfireThat's caught in the crossfireI'd trade my luck to knowWhy he's caught in the crossfireAnd I'm here wakin' upTo the sun and the sound of birdsSociety's anxietyDeprived of all that we're blessed withWe just can't get enough, noHeaven, if you sent us downSo we can build a plague aroundFor the sinnersTo play as saintsYou'd be so proud of what we madeI hope you got some beds around'Cause you're the only refuge nowFor every motherEvery childEvery brotherThat's caught in the crossfireThat's caught in the crossfireCan I trust what I'm givenWhen faith still needs a gunWhose ammunitionJustifies the wrong?And I can't seeFrom the backseatSo I'm asking from aboveCan I trust what I'm givenEven when it cuts?So heaven if you sent us downSo we can build a plague aroundFor the sinnersTo play as saintsYou'd be so proud of what we madeI hope you got some beds around'Cause you're the only refuge nowFor every motherAnd every childEvery brotherThat's caught in the crossfireThat's caught in the crossfireWho's caught in the crossfireWho's caught on the crossfire baby, babyWho's caught on the cross