I can see a boy of fourteen, he's got a in his hand He's to defend his desert 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 plays a different game and he's 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 they're mine, they're and mine they're yours and they're mine, yours and mine
So you think that it's so easy to let it pass you by Watch TV and pretend 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 they're yours and they're mine, they're yours and mine They're yours and they're mine, yours and mine
Raised him for something, better a bullet a every mother's son And she raised him for something, better than a a every mother's son
And she raised him for something, than a bullet He's a every son His life's from a trigger, I won't pull it
'Cause yours and they're mine, they're yours and mine 'Cause they're yours and mine, they're yours and mine they're yours and they're mine, they're yours and mine 'Cause they're and they're mine, yours and mine