Lyrics War Child - The Cranberries
Who
will
save
the
war
child,
baby?
Who
controls
the
keys?
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
shoot
to
kill,
and
kill
your
lover
Fine
by
me
War
child
Victim
of
political
pride
Plant
the
seed,
territorial
greed
Mind
the
war
child
We
should
mind
the
war
child
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
of
pride
A
two-inch
deep
incision
carved,
into
his
side
War
child
Victim
of
political
pride
Plant
to
seed,
territorial
greed
Mind
the
war
child
We
should
mind
the
war
child
Whose
the
loser
now,
eh?
Whose
the
loser
now?
We're
all
the
losers
now
We're
all
the
losers
now
War
child,
war
child
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