Shout, shout

Let it all out

These are the things I can do without

So come on, come on, come on, come on

I'm talking to you

So come on, come on, come on, come on

In violent times

You shouldn't have to sell your soul

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

You shouldn't have to shout

You shouldn't have to shout

You shouldn't have to shout

They gave you life

And in return you gave them hell

As cold as ice

I hope we live to tell the tale

Shout, shout, shout

Shout, shout

Let it all out

These are the things I can do without

So come on, come on, come on, come on

I'm talking to you

So come on, come on, come on, come on

And when you've taken down your guard

If I could change your mind

I'd really love to break your heart

Break your heart

Come on, come on, come on, come on

Come on, come on

Shout, shout

Shout, shout