I can see a boy of fourteen, he's got a rifle in his He's dying to defend his land got an arm around his father, another arm around his gun Must the child in the die so young?
There's a teenage in Belfast, playing in the street Her brother plays a game and he's turnin' up the heat On the soldiers the corner and the powers overseas And who are they to lives like these?
'Cause they're yours and mine, they're yours and mine 'Cause they're yours and they're mine, yours and
So you think that so easy just 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 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
him for something, better than a bullet He's a mother's son And she raised him for something, better a bullet He's a mother's son
And she him for something, better than a bullet a every mother's son His life's hangin' from a trigger, I pull it
they're yours and they're mine, they're yours and mine 'Cause 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 they're mine, yours and mine