Текст песни Under Iron Feet

We play with paper dolls and Make the people get down and crawl 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” “Love your master and God will love you to.” Call us the slaves of this