Cranberries (The)
War Child
Who will save the war child baby? Who controls the key?The web we weave is thick and sordid, fine by meAt times of war, we're all the losers, there's no victoryWe'll shoot to kill and kill your lover, fine by meWar child, victim of political pridePlant the seed, territorial greedMind the war child, we should mind the war childI spent last winter in New York, and came upon a manHe was sleeping on the streets and homeless,he said "I fought in Vietnam"Beneath his shirt he wore the mark, he bore the bark with prideA two inch deep incision carved, into his sideWho's the loser now, eh?Who's the loser now, eh?We're all losers nowWe're all losers now
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