Lyrics:

We play with paper dolls and
Make the children get down and crawl
We smile with uneasy hatred
And catch the fruit when the tree is shaken
Suck the juice until the skin is grey.
Call us the masters of this place.
We are the living whose lives are taken
Our voices dead and our families broken
We collapse into the street
They tell us 'Paradise under iron feet' - yeah
'Love your master and God will love you too.' Yeah-yeah
Call us the slaves of this...