Wait a minute.

The kids from the apartments were all playing in a field when they came across a club house in the sky,
But the big kids pulled the ladder up once they got inside, and the little kids below began to cry.

In the valley city, a family struggle to survive,
Minimum wage becomes their self-esteem,
And the real estate developer took over their hillside,
A thousand homes, like only in their dreams.

One of these days they might understand that the last will be first in the end,
If you wait too long down with the rest of us, there's gonna be a fire in the tree house.

Children ought to play together, (play together, children)
Someone throw the ladder down.

Small children and their mothers brave the winter on their own,
They pray their sun will shine another day,
And I know they call it the homeland, but it must not feel like home,
Go on and hang your head; your daddy's far away.

One of these days we might understand that the last will be first in the end,
If you wait too long and come down with the rest of us, there's gonna be walls of fire in the tree house.

Children ought to play together, (play together, children, oh)
Someone throw the ladder down, (throw the ladder down, throw the ladder down)
Children ought to play together, (ought to be together)
Someone throw the ladder down.

Must we beat our brothers down'
Must we make our sisters frown'
If we look into their eyes, surely we will recognise our own true flesh and blood,
Our own flesh and blood,
Our own.