The Cranberries War Child song lyrics

Who will save the warchild 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 shoot to kill and kill your lover

Fine by me

Warchild

Victim of political pride

Plant the seed, territorial greed

Mind the warchild

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 of pride

A two inch deep incision carved into his side

Warchild

Victim of political pride

Plant the seed, terrirtorial greed

Mind the warchild

We should mind the warchild

Who's the loser now? Who's the loser now?

We're all the losers now

We're all the losers now

Warchild

Warchild.