Icicle melts

By: Dolores O' Riordan


How, how could you hurt the child,

How could you hurt the child?

Now, does this make you satisfied,

Satisfied, satisfied?

I don't know what's happening to people today,

When a child, child, child, child, he was taken away.

There's a place for the baby that died,

And there's time for the mother who cried.