Will Of The Gun - Tom Cochrane

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 babe

It’s down to the will off 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: and the deal is done

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 babe

It’s down to the will of the gun

If I believe like you believe

Then I guess it comes down to religion

But when it comes down to the crossfire babe

It’s down to the will

Down to the will of the gun

Ooooo… the will of the gun