I can see a boy of fourteen, he's got a in his hand dying to defend his desert land He's got an arm around his father, arm around his gun Must the in the father die so young?
There's a girl in Belfast, playing in the street Her plays a different game and he's turnin' up the heat On the around the corner and the powers overseas And who are they to ruin lives 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 to let it pass you by TV and pretend it's all a lie But you know there is no Third World, it 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 mine, they're yours and mine They're yours and mine, they're yours and mine
Raised him for something, better than a 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 a every mother's son His life's hangin' a trigger, I won't pull it
'Cause they're yours and they're mine, they're yours and 'Cause they're yours and they're mine, they're and mine 'Cause they're and they're mine, they're yours and mine 'Cause they're and they're mine, yours and mine