Cranberries, The - War Child Lyrics

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Who has saved the war child baby?
Who controls the key?
The web we weave is thick and sorted
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 bored the mark of pride
A two-inch-deep incision, carved into his side
War child, victim of political pride
Plant the seed, territorial greed
Mind the war child, you should mind the war child
Who's the loser now? Hey
Who's the loser now? 
Where are the losers now?
Where are the losers now?
War child
War child

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lyrics submitted by Lorena
lyrics corrected by Nicolas Jeunot