March In The Streets Lyrics

One, two, three four.

I listen to you everynight
with a big pair of my dad's headphones
fastened tight.

My windows kept
out the cloudy light.
And downstairs sat a couple having a fight.

Well history is bound to repeat.
A thousand kids trying to sleep.
And when they grow up,
they'll march in the street.
They'll march in the street.
They'll march in the street.