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
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 I ice 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