Lyrics

War Child-The Cranberries

Who will save the war child baby?
Who controls the key?
The web we weave is thick and sordid,
Fine by me.

At times of war, we're all the losers,
There's no victory.
We'll shoot to kill and kill your lover,
Fine by me.

War child, victom of political pride.
Plant the seed, teritorial greed.
Mind the war child.
We should mind the warchild.

I spent last winter in New York, and came upon a man.
He was sleeping on the streets, and homeless.
He said, 'I fought in Vietnam.'
Beneath his shirt he wore the mark.
He bore the mark with pride.
A two inch deep insicion carved into his side.

War child, victom of political pride.
Plant the seed, teritorial greed.
Mind the war child.
We should mind the warchild.

Who's the loser now, eh?
Who's the loser now, eh?
We're all the losers now,
We're all the losers now.
Warchild, warchild.

Entered by Analyne