And the wise men say
“I don’t want to hear your voice”
And the thin men 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 my mother say
“We spit on you, son, some more”
And the buildings say
“We spit on your face some more”
And the feeling is that
there’s something wrong
Cause 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
Dear Sir, I have a complaint
Can’t remember what it is
Doesn’t matter anyway
Doesn’t matter anywayStop whispering
Stop whispering
Stop whispering
Start shouting!
(Radiohead, Pablo Honey, 1993)
