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