I can see a boy of fourteen, he's got a in his hand He's dying to defend his desert He's got an arm around his father, another arm his gun Must the child in the father die so
There's a teenage girl in Belfast, playing in the Her plays a different game and he's turnin' up the heat On the soldiers the corner and the powers overseas And who are to ruin lives like these?
'Cause they're yours and mine, they're yours and mine they're yours and they're mine, yours and mine
So you that it's so easy just to let it pass you by TV and pretend it's all a lie But you know there is no Third World, it to us all There's one world and the kids are the first to fall
And they're and they're mine, they're yours and mine they're 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 a bullet He's a every son And she raised him for something, than a bullet a every mother's son
And she raised him for something, better a bullet He's a every son His life's hangin' from a trigger, I pull it
they're yours 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 mine 'Cause yours and they're mine, yours and mine