(by kris kristofferson and glen clark) Break a man, break a promise Break a heart, break a home Take a long hard look at a heaven Gone to hell under the gun See the child, young and hungry Growing wild, on the run And he'll die reaching for freedom He was born under the gun Swollen men, blind with power Break the rules, one by one With their lies raising the danger Of their games under the gun. No more time, no more chances No more wars will be won In the end only the losers Hold the land under the gun Hold the truth like a candle Let it shine like the sun On the love that's left to believe in In a world under the gun.