People really get confusedwhen things aint tidy and arrangedan outcast just misserysomeone you can blame people start to feel uneasywhen you step out of the crowdyou may speak you're mindbut not too loud labels upon everyoneit seems without this we can't livethe more you keep the curtains closedthe less trouble it will give we are programmed by the mediawhat to like and how to benow who's in charge of the remote-controlis it the tellyor is it me whatever you dojust don't bother mei won't trouble youwhen you don't trouble me