Oh what an honour, the odds have smiled on me Chosen for my chance for fame Oh what an honour, I know the world will see Though I never will see them
Don't miss what's next up on your TV We're interviewing our interviewees
We are the iron children, your magnifying glass Try to be magnets for the cameras We are the iron children, built strong to entertain The glorious players in your games The players in your games
They make us beautiful, they make us bright You give us sparkle, you lend us your spotlight You give us a world where everyone knows our name You give us a week and nothing again
Stay tuned for primetime on your tv This is not primetime. This is tragedy
We are the iron children, your magnifying glass Try to be magnets for the cameras We are the iron children, built strong to entertain The glorious players in your games The players in your games
This is the venue, now's the time You had mercy enough not to make us learn our lines The clock is tick-tocking, the focus is on us Reality, not TV. It's victory or bust
I heard the cannon, what do you care? I heard his cannon, but where's his fanfare?
We are the iron children, your magnifying glass Try to be magnets for your cameras We are the iron children, built strong to entertain But it's all lies, isn't it?
We are not iron children, our shields are shattered glass Stuck in a playground for your camera There are no iron children, we are your famous shame We hope you enjoy our remains
There are no iron children, we are your famous shame I hope you never clean our stain.