THE QUIET.

And the beautiful people don’t say hello

All they seem to do is look on

And the hooligan elements knock you down

Is it me that’s got it all wrong.

They are not in my wavelength

I know my feelings can’t walk away

What they’ve got is confidence

But it’s the quiet that are here to stay.

And the silver spoon people can all look down

They are in a world of their own

And the rough neck brigade abuse the law

How the hell can we be so wrong.

What I say that is right is right for good

And the wrong of it all is extreme

It’s the quiet of us that hold respect

We are over all coming clean.