You sit there on your high throne, With diamonds on your crown, Gotten from working my brothers to the bone. You sit there and dictate, Point your finger at the globe, (This must surely be a place you hate) Saying, “Ah, this village I will pillage, plunder and probe! What political and economic institutions I create, Let no primitive decimate!” Money, money, money makes the world go round, Falling shillings, pennies and pounds, Ah, what a marvellous sound! Blocking out the cries Of starving children burdened with flies. Damn the children of Earth, Let them eat dirt! Drive their souls deep into the ground And let no evidence ever be found! You sit there on your high throne, Come down oh adorable queen, With your precious jewels dripping Like the glistening tears and sweat That got them ‘round your royal neck! Come down oh adorable queen, Walk with your bare feet on solid ground, Run with the wild animals on the planes And let your soul soar on the back of an eagle Come see the games our children play Some down oh adorable queen, And let the Earth be queen for a day.