I can see a boy of fourteen, he's got a rifle in his He's dying to defend his land He's got an arm his father, another arm around his gun Must the in the father die so young?
There's a teenage girl in Belfast, in the street Her brother plays a different game and 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, they're yours and 'Cause they're yours and mine, yours and mine
So you think that it's so easy just to let it you by TV and pretend it's all a lie But you know there is no Third World, it to us all just one world and the kids are the first to fall
And they're yours and they're mine, yours and mine 'Cause they're yours and they're mine, yours and mine They're and they're mine, they're yours and mine
him for something, better than a bullet He's a mother's son And she raised him for something, than a bullet a every mother's son
And she raised him for something, better a bullet a every mother's son His life's hangin' from a trigger, I won't it
they're yours and they're mine, they're yours and mine 'Cause they're yours and they're mine, yours and mine they're yours and they're mine, they're yours and mine 'Cause they're yours and they're mine, yours and