All of the daddies were weathered, all of the mommas were torn

Still the whole village came in their finest to see

What could possibly be born

Out of a house divided, in a world so brutal and maimed

But then we saw the kids and found ourselves saying

We're gonna make it up to you (Every day)

Every day of our life (Of our life)

We're gonna make it up

We're gonna get this right

Some people held their daddy's guns; me, I hung mine on the wall

For every war we could have won without shooting them at all

Is this the best we could muster?

Custer or just prayer for the slain (I wanna get this right)

I wanna get this right and not the same old thing

I wanna make this up to you (Every guy)

Every day of my life (Of our life)

I wanna make this up

I wanna get this right

Born of privilege, born of none

Hunger, disease-its all a gun

Clean your plate kid, I want you to understand

The isolation we breed, the hunger in Yemen

It's your first lock down, you're so young

But so are the kids under the barrel bombs

It's the evil we helped it get loose, it's what we've become

It's all a gun, it's all a gun

I don't know where welcome from, what I know is that we ain't done

We got the river running, we got the animal cunning

The back of a turtle, the Garden of Eden, the cosmic dust

Why do we keep on gunning?

I got no use for these ramparts, ivory tower or the lines in the sand

I think enough of the time, we want the same thing

We gonna make it up to you

Every day of our lives

We wanna make it up

We wanna get this right