I can see a boy of fourteen, he's got a rifle in his He's dying to 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 girl in Belfast, in the street Her brother plays a different game and he's turnin' up the On the soldiers around the and the powers overseas And who are to ruin lives like these?
'Cause they're yours and they're mine, they're yours and they're yours and they're mine, yours and mine
So you think that so easy just to let it pass you by Watch TV and it's all a lie But you know is no Third 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 they're yours and they're mine, yours and mine They're yours and they're mine, they're and mine
Raised him for something, better than a 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 a bullet a every mother's son His hangin' from a trigger, I won't pull it
'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 they're and they're mine, they're yours and mine 'Cause they're and they're mine, yours and mine