The Cranberries

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  A                D
Who has saved the war child baby?
  A               D
Who controls the key?
     A                D
The web we weave is thick and sordid
 D   Bm  A
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

Chorus:
 A        D       A              D
War child, victim of political pride
           A                  D
Plant the seed, territorial greed
D         Bm   A               D       Bm    A
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 Vietman"
Beneath his shirt he wore the mark
He bore the mark of pride
A two-inch deep incision carved,
into his side

chorus

  A              D
Who's the loser now? Hey
  A              D
Who's the loser now?
      A               D
We're all the losers now
      A               D
We're all the losers now

A Bm   A
 War child
A Bm   A
 War child