Running Wild Lyrics Warchild Lyrics    Click Here to Bookmark    Shit on the law, he has to fight his war He's a rough child, dirty and wild He fights on the streets and gets what he needs His friend is a knife, that's why he's still alive Warchild, warchild, warchild, warchild Never been on his knees, can't believe in peace Fourteen year old boy, society's toy Cops are playing their game, Bullets coming like rain The blood's running wild, The blood of a young child he dies Warchild, warchild, warchild, warchild Warchild, warchild, warchild, warchild Warchild, warchild, warchild, warchild Warchild yeah    Click Here to Bookmark    Back to: Running Wild Lyrics

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