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 Prince's Gate Avenue
In go the windows, out go the lights
So, 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 Prince's Gate Avenue
In go the windows, 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

I�m caught in the crossfire on Prince's Gate Avenue
In go the windows, out go the lights
So, call me a doctor, fetch me a policeman
I'm down on the floor in one hell of a fight

In go the windows
So, call me a doctor, fetch me a policeman
Down on the floor
Caught in the crossfire, Prince's Gate Avenue
In go the windows
So, call me a doctor, fetch me a policeman
Down on the floor
Caught in the crossfire, Prince's Gate Avenue
In go the windows
Call me a doctor