Lyrics Crossfire - Stephen
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
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