Raised by Wolves
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Face down on a broken street
There's a man in the corner
In a pool of misery
I'm in white van
As a red sea covers the ground

Metal crash
I can't tell what it is
But I take a look
And now I'm sorry I did
5:30 on a Friday night
Thirty three good people cut down

I don't believe anymore
I don't believe anymore

Face down on a pillow of shame
There are some girls with a needle
Tryin' to spell my name
My body's not a canvas
My body's now a toilet wall

I don't believe anymore
I don't believe anymore

Raised by wolves
Stronger than fear
Raised by wolves
We were raised by wolves
Raised by wolves
Stronger than fear
If I open my eyes
You disappear

Running wild
Running wild

Boy sees his father
Crushed under the weight
Of a cross in a passion
Where the passion is hate
Blue mink Ford
I'm gonna detonate in your den

Blood in the house
Blood on the street
The worst things in the world
Are justified by belief
Registration 1385-WZ

I don't believe anymore
I don't believe anymore

Raised by wolves
Stronger than fear
Raised by wolves
We were raised by wolves
Raised by wolves
Stronger than fear
If I open my eyes
You disappear





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Overall Meaning

In U2's song "Raised By Wolves," the lyrics delve into the horror of a terrorist attack. The scene being described is chaotic, with a man in a pool of misery on a broken street and the singer in a white van witnessing a red sea covering the ground. The metal crash draws the singer's attention, and upon investigation, they see the aftermath of thirty-three people being killed. The second verse introduces a different atmosphere, with the singer seemingly in a drug-induced stupor. They describe girls with a needle trying to spell their name on their body - which has become akin to a toilet wall.


Throughout the song, the chorus is a chant of "Raised by wolves, stronger than fear." What's compelling about this line is that it can be interpreted in a few different ways. Initially, one might assume the singer is suggesting that they were raised in the literal sense by wolves - a tribe of self-sufficient, hearty creatures who taught them the importance of strength in the face of adversity. But it's also possible that "raised by wolves" is referring to the idea of being born into a world of chaos, where one must adapt quickly and learn to survive, and drawing a comparison to the strength and resilience of the wolf.


The track's bridge - "Boy sees his father crushed under the weight of a cross in a passion where the passion is hate" - is a direct reference to the 1974 Dublin and Monaghan bombings, which were a series of co-ordinated attacks carried out by Ulster loyalists. The singer describes a desire to "detonate in your den," possibly indicating a desire to strike back against those who have committed this act of violence, and by extension, all terrorist groups.


Line by Line Meaning

Face down on a broken street
Starting off in despair or defeat


There's a man in the corner
Someone else's suffering in sight


In a pool of misery
A person drowning in his own sorrows


I'm in white van
The artist is watching from a distance, in a position of safety


As a red sea covers the ground
Blood everywhere, an apocalyptic scene


Metal crash
A sudden, jarring noise


I can't tell what it is
Uncertainty, confusion


But I take a look
The artist can't resist investigating


And now I'm sorry I did
Regret over what the artist is seeing


5:30 on a Friday night
After work or after study, leisure activities commence at night


Thirty three good people cut down
The tragedy of innocent people being killed


I don't believe anymore
The artist has lost faith in humanity, possibly after seeing the horrible things people are capable of


Face down on a pillow of shame
Shame for the actions that led to feeling despair


There are some girls with a needle
Drug use


Tryin' to spell my name
Lack of self-control over addiction


My body's not a canvas
The artist believes that tattoos or piercings would not be a suitable way to enhance one's appearance


My body's now a toilet wall
The artist's life seems meaningless, symbolized by the vulgar imagery of a toilet wall


Raised by wolves
The singer has been hardened and made resilient by a difficult upbringing or life experience


Stronger than fear
Despite past trauma or negative experiences, the singer is not afraid of whatever comes next


If I open my eyes
Uncertainty of what will be seen


You disappear
Breaking of connection or relationship


Running wild
Living on instincts out of free will against the norms or order of life to fit in.


Boy sees his father
A young person witnessing loss of their parental figure


Crushed under the weight
Death caused by heavy burdens of life.


Of a cross in a passion
Symbolism of Christ’s death and suffering


Where the passion is hate
People’s beliefs fuel hate


Blue mink Ford
Symbolism of luxury and indulgence


I'm gonna detonate in your den
The artist is going to put an end to someone's luxury/sentimental indulgence


Blood in the house
Violence occurring even at a private place like home


Blood on the street
Violence happening even in a public area


The worst things in the world
The overarching gloom of the actions taking place


Are justified by belief
People believe their actions no matter how harmful are right.




Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Written by: Adam Clayton, Dave Evans, Larry Mullen, Paul David Hewson

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@elviscastillo8588

CRIADOS POR LOBOS

Con la cabeza baja en una calle rota
Hay un hombre en la esquina en un charco de miseria.
Estoy en una furgoneta blanca mientras un mar rojo cubre el suelo
Choque de metal que no puedo decir lo que es
Pero echo un vistazo y ahora siento haberlo hecho
5:30 del viernes noche 33 buenas personas liquidadas

Ya no creo más
ya no creo más

Con la cabeza baja en una almohada de vergüenza
Hay algunas chicas con una aguja intentando escribir mi nombre
Mi cuerpo no es un lienzo
Mi cuerpo no es la pared de un retrete

Ya no creo más
ya no creo más

Criados por lobos
Más fuertes que el miedo
Criados por lobos
Fuimos criados por lobos
Criados por lobos
más fuertes que el miedo
Si abro los ojos,
desapareces

El chico ve a su padre machacado bajo el peso
de una cruz en una pasión donde la pasión es el odio.
Ford visón azul, te voy a detonar y estás muerto
sangre en la casa
sangre en la calle
las peores cosas en el mundo están justificadas por la fe
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Ya no creo más
ya no creo más

Criados por lobos
Más fuertes que el miedo
Criados por lobos
Fuimos criados por lobos
Criados por lobos
más fuertes que el miedo
Si abro los ojos,
desapareces



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Face down on a broken street
There's a man in the corner
In a pool of misery
I'm in white van
As a red sea covers the ground

Metal crash
I can't tell what it is
But I take a look
And now I'm sorry I did
5:30 on a Friday night
Thirty three good people cut down

I don't believe anymore
I don't believe anymore

Face down on a pillow of shame
There are some girls with a needle
Tryin' to spell my name
My body's not a canvas
My body's now a toilet wall

I don't believe anymore
I don't believe anymore

Raised by wolves
Stronger than fear
Raised by wolves
We were raised by wolves
Raised by wolves
Stronger than fear
If I open my eyes
You disappear

Running wild
Running wild

Boy sees his father
Crushed under the weight
Of a cross in a passion
Where the passion is hate
Blue mink Ford
I'm gonna detonate in your den

Blood in the house
Blood on the street
The worst things in the world
Are justified by belief
Registration 1385-WZ

I don't believe anymore
I don't believe anymore

Raised by wolves
Stronger than fear
Raised by wolves
We were raised by wolves
Raised by wolves
Stronger than fear
If I open my eyes
You disappear

Running wild



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Face down on a broken street
There’s a man in the corner in a pool of misery
I’m in a white van as a red sea covers the ground
Metal crash I can’t tell what it is
But I take a look and now I’m sorry I did.
5:30 on a Friday night 33 good people cut down

I don’t believe anymore
I don’t believe anymore

Face down on a pillow of shame
There are some girls with a needle trying to spell my name
My body’s not a canvas
My body’s now a toilet wall

I don’t believe anymore
I don’t believe anymore

Raised by wolves
Stronger than fear
Raised by wolves
We were raised by wolves
Raised by wolves
Stronger than fear
If I open my eyes,
You disappear

Boy sees his father crushed under the weight
Of a cross in a passion where the passion is hate.
Blue mink Ford, I’m gonna detonate and you’re dead
Blood in the house,
Blood on the street
The worst things in the world are justified by belief
Registration 1385-WZ

I don’t believe anymore
I don’t believe anymore

Raised by wolves
Stronger than fear
Raised by wolves
We were raised by wolves
Raised by wolves
Stronger than fear
If I open my eyes,
You disappear



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@Eli-fch

I remember when apple put the u2 album on my phone, I listened to this song constantly😍

@svendkarlkarlson2071

Same

@stephaniecorbin6447

I love that whole album

@marcusmanibog5117

I still have it to this day

@deeptisinha4709

Amen

@mutedwoodlands

Bro same!

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@garfield5179

This takes me back to 5th grade when Apple dropped this album on everyone’s phone and I would listen to this on my iPod touch 4th generation on repeat on my way to school 🥰

@midgethater2238

Same

@Cython_

Bro what lmao was this everyone too

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Same

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