I can see a boy of fourteen, got a rifle in his hand He's dying to his desert land He's got an arm around his father, arm around his gun Must the child in the die so young?
There's a teenage girl in Belfast, playing in the Her brother plays a different 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 and they're mine, they're yours and mine they're yours and they're mine, yours and mine
So you think that so easy just to let it pass you by TV and pretend it's all a lie But you there is no Third World, it happens to us all There's just one and the kids are the first to fall
And yours and they're mine, they're yours and mine 'Cause they're yours and mine, they're yours and mine They're and they're mine, they're yours and mine
Raised him for something, better than a a every 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 He's a every son His life's hangin' from a trigger, I pull it
'Cause they're yours and they're mine, they're yours and 'Cause they're yours and they're mine, yours and mine 'Cause they're yours and they're mine, they're and mine 'Cause they're yours and they're mine, yours and