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