All of the daddies were weathered, all of the mommas were torn
Still the whole village came in their finest to see
What could possibly be born
Out of a house divided, in a world so brutal and maimed
But then we saw the kids and found ourselves saying
We're gonna make it up to you (Every day)
Every day of our life (Of our life)
We're gonna make it up
We're gonna get this right
Some people held their daddy's guns; me, I hung mine on the wall
For every war we could have won without shooting them at all
Is this the best we could muster?
Custer or just prayer for the slain (I wanna get this right)
I wanna get this right and not the same old thing
I wanna make this up to you (Every guy)
Every day of my life (Of our life)
I wanna make this up
I wanna get this right
Born of privilege, born of none
Hunger, disease-its all a gun
Clean your plate kid, I want you to understand
The isolation we breed, the hunger in Yemen
It's your first lock down, you're so young
But so are the kids under the barrel bombs
It's the evil we helped it get loose, it's what we've become
It's all a gun, it's all a gun
I don't know where welcome from, what I know is that we ain't done
We got the river running, we got the animal cunning
The back of a turtle, the Garden of Eden, the cosmic dust
Why do we keep on gunning?
I got no use for these ramparts, ivory tower or the lines in the sand
I think enough of the time, we want the same thing
We gonna make it up to you
Every day of our lives
We wanna make it up
We wanna get this right