I can see a boy of fourteen, he's got a rifle in his He's dying to his desert land got an arm around his father, another arm around his gun Must the in the father die so young?
There's a teenage in Belfast, playing in the street 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 yours and they're mine, they're yours and mine 'Cause they're and they're mine, yours and mine
So you think that it's so easy to let it pass you by TV and pretend it's all a lie But you know there is no World, it happens to us all There's just one world and the kids are the first to
And they're yours and they're mine, they're yours and 'Cause they're yours and they're mine, yours and mine They're yours and mine, they're yours and mine
Raised him for something, better than a He's a every son And she him for something, better than a bullet a every mother's son
And she raised him for something, better than a He's a mother's 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 they're mine, they're and mine 'Cause yours and they're mine, they're yours and mine 'Cause yours and they're mine, yours and mine