I can see a boy of fourteen, got a rifle in his hand 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?
There's a teenage in Belfast, playing in the street Her brother plays a different game and turnin' up the heat On the soldiers around the corner and the powers And who are they to lives like these?
'Cause yours and they're mine, they're yours and mine 'Cause they're yours and they're mine, yours and
So you think that it's so easy just to let it you by Watch TV and it's all a lie But you know there is no Third World, it to us all There's just one and the kids are the first to fall
And they're and they're mine, they're yours and mine 'Cause yours and they're mine, they're yours and mine They're yours and they're mine, yours and mine
Raised him for something, better than a a every mother's son And she raised him for something, better a bullet He's a every son
And she raised him for something, better than a a every mother's son His life's from a trigger, I won't pull it
'Cause they're yours and they're mine, they're yours and 'Cause they're and they're mine, they're yours and mine 'Cause they're yours and they're mine, yours and mine 'Cause they're yours and they're mine, yours and