Blessed are the peacemakersin these times of war
bullseye on their backs
spray paint on their door
blessed are those
who rise up even though
they're branded traitors by those
who when called did not go
Who you gonna run to baby?
Who you gonna run to now?
Who you gonna run to baby?
Who you gonna run to now?
At the fork in the road
I got a TV that talks
when it's got nothing to say
I got friends with bum legs
from kneeling all day
I got a newspaper headline
blaring 5 body bags
leaving wives and mothers
with freshly folded flags
Who you gonna run to baby?
Who you gonna run to now?
Who you gonna run to baby?
Who you gonna run to now?
At the fork in the road
We got alpha males running
around with no clothes
we got apostles of Jesus Christ
shoving cocaine up their nose
we got no bid contracts
and armorless Humvees
while at the scene of the crime
there ain't nothing to see
Who you gonna run to baby?
Who you gonna run to now?
Who you gonna run to baby?
Who you gonna run to now?
At the fork in the road
There's 5 birthday candles
on a cake by the phone
next to a picture of daddy
who's not coming home
and a boy with a present
sent to him from Iraq
president sent him over
but did not bring him back
Where you gonna run to baby?
Who you gonna run to now?
Who you gonna run to baby?
Who you gonna run to now?
At the fork in the road