I can see a boy of fourteen, he's got a in his hand He's dying to defend his desert He's got an arm around his father, another arm his gun the child in the father die so young?
There's a teenage girl in Belfast, playing in the Her brother plays a different game and turnin' up the heat On the around the corner and the powers overseas And who are they to ruin like these?
'Cause they're and they're mine, they're yours and mine 'Cause they're yours and they're mine, yours and
So you think that it's so easy 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 yours and mine, they're yours and mine 'Cause yours and they're 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 raised him for something, better than a He's a every son
And she raised him for something, than a bullet a every 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