Crossfire
Verse 1
Spoiled sons of oilmen, waging war without an end
One fought the Russians on our behalf, the other joined the Guard to avoid the draft
One built corporations, while the other tore them down
Both men felled the innocents, buried in the ground
Chorus
Crossfire, crossfire,
The world is caught in a crossfire
Of a few hungry men
Crossfire, crossfire,
The world is caught in a crossfire
But if it takes a generation
We shall have peace again
Yes, we shall be free again
Verse 2
The chairman of the board’s not loyal to the place where he was born
Beholden to the bottom line, he treats the earth with scorn
And a family they call royal, livin’ in the desert sand
Floatin’ on a sea of oil, holds our future in their hands
Chorus
Verse 3
They pull the strings like puppeteers, like we’re their marionettes
Expecting “yes sir” and “no sir,” and “Forever in your debt”
But this isn’t a play with actors, no happy ever after
If we don’t wake up we’re just captives, in service to our masters
