The fences are tall and barbs cut our skin

Guards beat us senseless so that we don’t sin

But gather round quick it's hanging time soon

The event of the month for Kim Jong-un

Just teach us of dreams and teach us of joy

Teach all our children, the girls and the boys

Tell us of stories and beautiful tunes

Speak of new clothes piled up to the moon

Of ships on lakes of wind in a meadow

A life and home apart from a ghetto

We wish and we wait, an army of mute,

Deaf, blind, and cold as we pray for some food