Stop whispering, start shouting
Dear sir, I have a complaint
Doesn't matter anyway
And they're cursing me, and they won't let me be
And my mother say, "We spit on your son some more"
'Cause I can't find the words, and I can't find the songs
Can't remember what it is
Dear sir, I have a complaint
And there's nothing to say, and there's nothing to do
Doesn't matter anyway
Stop whispering, stop whispering
Stop whispering, start shouting
Stop whispering, stop whispering
Stop whispering, start shouting
And the feeling is that there's something wrong
Stop whispering, start shouting
And the buildings say, "We spit on your face some more"