Cross Fire

I don’t wanna live in Yardyland Every juvenile delinquent has a gun in his hand I got a problem with my drugs I can never, never, never, never, never get enough Crossfire [x2] I gotta pack, I gotta run I can’t sit here like a smoking gun So many geese is flying south Like the lies from your mouth Crossfire There’s a sniper on the roof Dogs are barking in the yard There’s the sheriff up a tree Hey, mr Policeman don’t shoot me Crossfire [x2] Crossfire [x4]