Will of the Gun

I find it hard to imagine
This world without guns and wars
When we have our own private battles
Our own bashing and slamming of doors
What makes us want to hurt each other
Can you help me to understand
Why does history repeat itself
And a man keep killing a man

If I believe like you believe
Then I guess we can be one
But when it comes down to the crossfire baby
It's down to the will
Down to the will of the gun

I get so tired by how late it's got
That I wonder if I'm awake or not
We've come this far but there's so far to go
We've learned so much but
We still don't know
We used to care for each other
I remember we were good friends once
But now we barely talk to each other
We got nothing to say
We got nothing in common

If I believe like you believe
Then I guess we can be one
But when it comes down to the crossfire baby
It's down to the will
Down to the will of the gun

Are we oblivious to the stains on the sheets
Have we grown immune to the blood
On the street
The colour of my flag ain't the colour
Of your skin
Why must somebody lose
So somebody can win

If I believe like you believe
Then I guess we can be one
But when it comes down to the crossfire baby
It's down to the will
Down to the will of the gun

If I believe like you believe
I guess it all comes down to religion
But if it gets down to the crossfire baby
It's down to the will; Down to the will
Down to the will of the gun