원문 가사
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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 were 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 crossfi-
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, deprives of all that were 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 crossfi-
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 askin' 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, every child, every brother that's caught in the crossfire (ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh)
That's caught in the crossfire (hey, yeah)
Who's caught in the crossfire (oh-oh, oh-oh)
Who's caught in the crossfire, baby, baby (oh-oh, oh)
Who's caught on the cross
