And the wise man I don't want to hear your voice And the thin man said I don't want hear your voice And they're cursing and they won't let me be And there's nothing to say, and there's nothing to do
And my mother said we spit on your some more And buildings say we spit on your face some more And the is that there's something wrong Because I can't find the words and I can't find the songs
Stop whispering, start Stop whispering, start
Dear Sir, I have a complaint Can't remember what it is It doesn't matter anyway