Текст:
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 could build a playground
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