A frosty morning The sirens howl And you are in a sweat You have got a number So you should wear it And you go out of doors There is a roll call on the square Just where you have to be All people staying there And they are standing in ranks And they are standing in ranks You are escaping You make a step Loud hailer blasting away "Stop! Where you go?" "Wake-up now, stop your dreams" Look! At your life Stop! Halt! Get back in line Get off the streets Only one step, out of line You will be punished, sure You will forget just who you are And why you left home Another day is drifting away And you feel so tired You want to rest at home But crowds are cheering, "Hurrah!" And when you try to go to sleep Loud hailers blasting away Get off the streets