And the wise man say I don't want to hear your voice

And the thin man say I don't want to hear your voice

And they're cursing me, and they won't let me be

And there's nothing to say, and there's nothing to do

Stop whispering, start shouting

Stop whispering, start shouting

And the mother say we spit on your son some more

And the buildings say we spit on your face some more

And the feeling is that there's something wrong

Because I can't find the words and I can't find the songs

Stop whispering, start shouting

Stop whispering, start shouting

Dear sir, I have a complaint

Can't remember what it is

It doesn't matter anyway

It doesn't matter anyway