In violent times
You shouldn't have to sell your soul
In black and white
They really really ought to know
Those one track minds
That took you for a working boy
Kiss them goodbye
You shouldn't have to jump for joy
You shouldn't have to shout for joy
Shout, shout
Let it all out
These are the things I can do without
Come on, I'm talking to you
Come on
They gave you life
And in return you gave them hell
As cold as ice
I hope we live to tell the tale
I hope we live to tell the tale
Shout, shout
Let it all out
These are the things I can do without
Come on, I'm talking to you
Come on
Shout, shout
Let it all out
These are the things I can do without
Come on, I'm talking to you
Come on
Shout, shout
Let it all out
These are the things I can do without
Come on, I'm talking to you
Come on
