I can see a boy of fourteen, got a rifle in his hand dying to defend his desert land 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 a different game and he's turnin' up the heat On the soldiers around the corner and the powers And who are they to ruin lives like
'Cause they're and they're mine, they're yours and mine 'Cause they're yours and they're mine, yours and
So you that it's so easy just to let it pass you by Watch TV and it's all a lie But you there is no Third 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 they're mine, they're and mine They're yours and they're mine, they're yours and
Raised him for something, than a bullet He's a mother's son And she raised him for something, better a bullet He's a every son
And she raised him for something, than a bullet He's a every 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, yours and mine 'Cause they're yours and they're mine, they're and mine 'Cause they're yours and they're mine, and mine