Shout, shout, let it all out
These are the things I can do without
Come on - I'm talking to you
Come on
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 jump 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
