And the wise man say I don't want to hear you 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.
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.