Static
I'm so tired
Of having to speak so loud
Speaking so loud
In large crowds
When I'm making a sentence
I don't think
All those words
Just blurt out
There's a room
Smoked with irritation
There's no room
For good circulation
And in this room
There's the noise
There's noise
There's noise
And the static
And the static
And the static
Noises in the attic
And the static
And the static
Pushing pins, overflowing bins
And the static
And the static
Creaking chairs, falling down stairs
The buzzing won't stop
The hissing won't quit
There's pen to paper
But the pen won't commit
People's heads are down
They won't hear the noise
The noise
The noise
Coming down, gunshots sound
I don't know how to turn it round
I'm sitting there
Headaches fair
I'm Sitting slowly, how I'm bare
The sound goes up
And I feel the touch
It's a bit too much
such a bitter rush
And I'm sitting there
Headache's fair
Sitting slowly, how I'm bare
And I'll shake this very building to its core
And the static
And the static
And the static
Noises in the attic
And the static
And the static
Pushing pins, overflowing bins
And the static
And the static
Creaking chairs, falling down stairs
Ah
Of having to speak so loud
Speaking so loud
In large crowds
When I'm making a sentence
I don't think
All those words
Just blurt out
There's a room
Smoked with irritation
There's no room
For good circulation
And in this room
There's the noise
There's noise
There's noise
And the static
And the static
And the static
Noises in the attic
And the static
And the static
Pushing pins, overflowing bins
And the static
And the static
Creaking chairs, falling down stairs
The buzzing won't stop
The hissing won't quit
There's pen to paper
But the pen won't commit
People's heads are down
They won't hear the noise
The noise
The noise
Coming down, gunshots sound
I don't know how to turn it round
I'm sitting there
Headaches fair
I'm Sitting slowly, how I'm bare
The sound goes up
And I feel the touch
It's a bit too much
such a bitter rush
And I'm sitting there
Headache's fair
Sitting slowly, how I'm bare
And I'll shake this very building to its core
And the static
And the static
And the static
Noises in the attic
And the static
And the static
Pushing pins, overflowing bins
And the static
And the static
Creaking chairs, falling down stairs
Ah
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Writer(s): Ebenezer Boakye
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