Crossfire

LETRA

Crossfire

Spring light in a hazy May
And a man with a gun at the door.
Someone's crawling on the roof above
All the media here for the show.
I've been waiting for our friends to come
Like spiders down ropes to free-fall
A thirty round clip for a visiting card
Admit one to the embassy ball.
Caught in the crossfire on Princes Gate Avenue
In go the windows and out go the lights.
Call me a doctor. Fetch me a policeman.
I'm down on the floor in one hell of a fight

I'm just a soul with an innocent face
A regular boy dressed in blue,
Conducting myself in a proper way
As befitting the job that I do.
They came down on me like a ton of bricks,
Swept off my feet, knocked about.
There's nothing for it but to sit and wait
For the hard men to get me out.
Caught in the crossfire on Princes Gate Avenue
In go the windows and out go the lights.
Call me a doctor. Fetch me a policeman.
I'm down on the floor in one hell of a fight.

Calm reason floats from the street below,
And the slow fuse burns through the night.
Everyone's tried to talk it through
But they can't seem to get the deal right.
Somewhere there are Brownings in a two-hand hold,
Cocked and locked, one up the spout.
There's nothing for it but to sit and wait
For the hard men to get me out.
Caught in the crossfire on Princes Gate Avenue
In go the windows and out go the lights.
Call me a doctor. Fetch me a policeman.
I'm down on the floor in one hell of a fight.