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 child in the father die so
a teenage girl 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 to ruin lives like 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 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 yours and they're mine, they're yours and mine they're yours and they're mine, they're yours and mine They're yours and mine, they're yours and mine
Raised him for something, than a bullet He's a every son And she raised him for something, than a bullet He's a mother's son
And she raised him for something, better a bullet He's a every son His life's hangin' a trigger, I won't pull it
'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 yours and mine, they're yours and mine 'Cause they're yours and mine, yours and mine