I can see a boy of fourteen, he's got a rifle in his He's dying to defend his desert He's got an arm around his father, another arm his gun Must the in the father die so young?
a teenage girl in Belfast, playing in the street Her brother plays a game and he's turnin' up the heat On the soldiers around the corner and the overseas And who are to ruin lives like these?
'Cause they're and they're mine, they're yours and mine 'Cause they're yours and mine, yours and mine
So you think that so easy just to let it pass 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 are the first to fall
And yours and they're mine, they're yours and mine 'Cause they're yours and mine, they're yours and mine They're yours and they're mine, yours and mine
Raised him for something, better a bullet a every mother's son And she raised him for something, than a bullet a every mother's son
And she raised him for something, better than a He's a mother's son His life's hangin' from a trigger, I pull it
'Cause yours and they're mine, they're yours and mine 'Cause they're yours and they're mine, they're yours and 'Cause they're yours and mine, they're yours and mine 'Cause they're yours and they're mine, yours and