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, arm around his gun Must the child in the die so young?
There's a teenage in Belfast, playing in the street Her plays 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
they're yours and they're mine, they're yours and mine 'Cause they're yours and 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 there is no Third World, it happens 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 'Cause they're yours and they're mine, they're and mine They're yours and mine, they're yours and mine
Raised him for something, than a bullet He's a mother's son And she him for something, better 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
'Cause they're yours and they're mine, they're yours and 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 mine, yours and mine