I can see a boy of fourteen, he's got a rifle in his He's dying to defend his land He's got an arm around his father, another arm his gun Must the child in the father die so
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 and the powers overseas And who are they to ruin like these?
they're yours and they're mine, they're yours and mine 'Cause they're yours and they're mine, and mine
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 just one world and the kids are the first to fall
And they're yours and they're mine, they're and mine 'Cause they're yours and they're mine, they're yours and They're yours and they're mine, they're yours and
Raised him for something, better a bullet He's a every son And she him for something, better than a bullet He's a mother's son
And she him for something, better than a bullet a every mother's son His life's hangin' a trigger, I won't pull it
'Cause yours and they're mine, they're yours and mine they're yours and they're mine, they're yours and mine 'Cause they're yours and they're mine, they're and mine 'Cause they're yours and they're mine, yours and