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
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
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