I can see a boy of fourteen, he's got a rifle in his He's dying to defend his desert got an arm around his father, another arm around his gun Must the in the father die so young?
There's a girl in Belfast, playing in the street Her brother plays a game and he's turnin' up the heat On the around the corner and the powers overseas And who are they to lives like these?
'Cause they're yours and they're mine, yours and mine 'Cause yours and they're mine, yours and mine
So you think that it's so just to let it pass 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 world and the are the first to fall
And they're yours and they're mine, they're yours and 'Cause they're and they're mine, they're yours and mine They're and they're mine, they're yours and mine
Raised him for something, 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 him for something, better than a bullet a every mother's son His life's 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 yours and they're mine, they're yours and mine 'Cause they're yours and mine, yours and mine