And the wise man say I donīt want to hear your voice
And the thin man say I donīt want to hear your voice
And theyīre cursing me, and they wonīt let me be
And thereīs nothing to say, and thereīs 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 thereīs something wrong
Because I canīt find the words and I canīt find the songs
Stop whispering, start shouting
Stop whispering, start shouting
Dear Sir, I have a complaint
Canīt remember what it is
It doesnīt matter anyway
It doesnīt matter anyway
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