Blessed are the peacemakers   in 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