Uploaded February 2012 | Updated September 2026, 3 weeks ago

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Now known as Rachel Rose Mitchell!
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LYRICS:
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.

I know you'll never clean our stain.