I can see a boy of fourteen, got a rifle in his hand dying to defend his desert land He's got an arm around his father, another arm his gun Must the child in the die so young?
There's a teenage in Belfast, playing in the street Her plays a different game and he's turnin' up the heat On the soldiers the corner and the powers overseas And who are they to ruin like these?
'Cause they're yours and they're mine, yours and mine they're yours and they're mine, yours and mine
So you think that it's so easy just to let it you by Watch TV and pretend all a lie But you know there is no World, it happens to us all There's just one world and the kids are the first to
And they're yours and they're mine, yours and mine 'Cause yours and they're mine, they're yours and mine They're yours and they're mine, they're yours and
Raised him for something, better a bullet He's a mother's son And she raised him for something, better than a He's a every son
And she him for something, better than a bullet He's a every son His hangin' from a trigger, I won't pull it
'Cause yours and they're mine, they're yours and mine 'Cause they're and they're mine, they're yours and mine 'Cause they're yours and they're mine, they're yours and 'Cause yours and they're mine, yours and mine