I can see a boy of fourteen, got a rifle in his hand dying 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 different game and turnin' up the heat On the soldiers around the and the powers overseas And who are they to ruin lives like
'Cause they're yours and mine, they're yours and mine 'Cause they're and they're mine, yours 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 yours and they're mine, they're yours and mine They're yours and they're mine, they're and mine
him for something, better than a bullet He's a every son And she raised him for something, better than a 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
'Cause they're yours and mine, they're yours and mine 'Cause they're yours and they're mine, they're yours and 'Cause they're yours and they're mine, they're yours and 'Cause they're yours and they're mine, and mine