Crossfire

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