Hed trade his guns for love
But hes caught in the crossfire
And he keeps wakinup
But its not to the sound of birds
The tyranny the violent streets
Deprived of all that were blessed with
And we cant get enough no

Heaven if you sent us down
So we could build a playground
For the sinners to play as saints
Youd be so proud of what weve made
I hope you got some beds around
Cause youre the only refuge now
For every mother every child every brother
Thats caught in the crossfire