|In the morning we built the city
|In the afternoon walked through its streets
|Evening saw us leaving
|We wandered through our days as if they would never end
|All of us imagined we had endless time to spend
|We hardly saw the crossroads and small attention gave
|To the landmarks on the journey from the cradle to the grave
|Cradle to the grave, cradle to the grave
|Did you learn to dream in the morning?
|Abandon dreams in the afternoon?
|Wait without a hope in the evening?
|Did you stand there in the traces and let them feed you lies?
|Did you trail along behind them wearing blinkers on your eyes?
|Did you kiss the foot that kicked you? Did you thank them for their scorn?
|Did you ask for their forgiveness for the act of being born?
|Act of being born, act of being born
|Did you alter the face of the city?
|Make any change in the world you found?
|Or did you observe all the warning?
|Did you read the trespass notice? Did you keep off the grass?
|Did you shuffle off the pavement just to let your betters pass?
|Did you learn to keep your mouth shut? Were you seen and never heard?
|Did you learn to be obedient and jump to at a word?
|Jump to at a word, jump to at a word
|And did you ever demand any answer?
|The who and the what and the reason why
|And did you ever question the setup?
|And did you stand aside and let them choose while you took second best?
|Did you let them skin the cream off and then give to you the rest?
|Did you settle for the shoddy? And did you think it right
|To let them rob you right and left and never make a fight?
|And never make a fight, never make a fight
|What did you learn in the morning?
|How much did you know in the afternoon?
|Were you content in the evening?
|And did they teach you how to question when you were at the school?
|Did the factory help you grow? Were you the maker or the tool?
|Did the place where you were living enrich your life and then?
|Did you mix among the standing of all your fellow men?
|All your fellow men, all your fellow men, all your fellow men