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